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dustofinsanity · 4 years ago

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𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟

Yugyeom / Readerㅤ ㅤㅤFriends to loversㅤ ㅤㅤWords count: 4.4k

Summary: Sick of the game Yugyeom was playing with you, you decided to move on. But, losing you wasn't in his plan.

Content/Warning: Romance/Fluff, Angst.

Notes: Thank you soooooo much @jj-nyoung for correcting this fic that was literally dying in the list.��💜

Notes 2: Thank you papa owner, aka @defsenses, for saving my life and making the gif. 💜

Everytime you were thinking about the first day you met your best friend, a soft smile stretched your lips, replaying the scene in your mind, seeing this adorable little boy running to you in the park and telling your mom he would take care of your scratched knee like the little superhero he was. You would never forget your mother's chuckle and the serious expression on the boy's face when he was cleaning your small wound and applying a cartoon bandage on it. You never understood why this mini superhero stopped playing with his friends to help you but, since that day, you always felt blessed to have him in your life. With time, though, the little superhero turned into an annoying and teasing young man. Yugyeom became the kind of men you couldn't stand but it was stronger than you and you always forgave him for being such a pain in the ass almost all the time. Actually, your feelings were stronger than you. It sounded so cliché but yes, you were one of those people who fell in love with their best friend. He was the only person in this world to whom you could say what was on your heart and in your mind, all your secrets, or at least almost all considering you never had the courage to tell him what you were feeling for him. You spent all your school years watching him date a lot of girls, thinking that none of them deserved him. In the end you were right, since you saw your best friend coming back at you, saying he wasted his time once again. Deep inside, you wanted to tell him he wouldn't waste his time with you but you always retained yourself, just saying you would always be here for him. The more you were thinking about it, the more you were finding this situation stupid. It looked like a romantic but cheesy drama show, the kind of things you didn't really liked. But, a day, things seemed to get better and when Yugyeom asked if you would be okay to be his roommate, you thought it was your chance to show him the perfect girlfriend you could be for him. So you moved in with him... And that's when your nightmare started. You knew your best friend was a player, collecting one night stands as you were collecting miniature perfume bottles but you didn't know it was that bad. Two or three girls each week! You even ended comforting some of those girls, offering them tea and saying Yugyeom wasn't ready to start a serious relationship when he dumped them without any explanation. But, to be honest, you didn't know if he would be ready some day. Like your best friend told you during one of your movie nights, he didn't want to get hurt so he preferred one night stands, like that, he didn't take any risk. And, like you told him, it was stupid but you knew you couldn't change his mind as long as he was satisfied with this kind of life. This is why you were never surprised when you saw another girl cuddling with Yugyeom on the couch - when they weren't doing something else, upon arriving at home. "Sorry but who are you?" your best friend's soon-to-be one night stand asked with a hint of arrogance in her voice, looking at you from head to toe while you were walking to the open kitchen of your apartment. "We want to be alone." "Gyeom, could you tell your toys that I'm also living here when you take them home?" you sighed loudly, taking a glass of cold water and drinking it in one go. "Toys?!" she choked and stood up, coming angrily towards you. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" "I think I'm the one who will break your knees and make you swallow your teeth if you don't watch your tone," you calmly answered, facing and giving her a fake smile. "What's wrong, honey?" Yugyeom finally spoke, coming to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, not giving any attention to the girl who was staring at both of you with eyes wide open. "Long day," you told him, closing your eyes and tilting a bit your head when he softly put a kiss on it. Not understanding what was going on, Yugyeom's "date" furiously picked up her stuff and started to walk to the front door when she noticed your best friend didn't try to stop her. His arms still around you, he told her from the kitchen it was nice to know her and wished her a good night before hearing the door slam. Even if you weren't sorry at all, you still apologised to your friend for ruining his plans but, putting his lips back against your head, Yugyeom told you not to mention it. You were far more important than that chick and a movie night with you always sounded better than anything else for him. A discreet chuckle parted your lips when you heard these words because you knew he meant them, you knew you were more important than those girls to him. You were his best friend, his lovely little woman, his honey like he always called you, his everything. Sometimes, he even told you he would date you if you weren't that perfect for him. And, everytime, it broke your heart a bit more. But, everytime, you forgave him for being this stupid handsome man and ended on the couch, nestled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat while a movie was playing on the TV and he slowly stroke your hair.

"And how long this shitty situation will last?" Jaebeom asked, sipping his beer at the counter while you were serving another bottle to Jinyoung. "Yugyeom can be really oblivious and he could take time before figuring out your feelings." "Take time?" Jinyoung repeated, chuckling. "I would say an eternity. We are talking about Yugyeom." "I really want to tell you to be nicer with him but... You're totally right," you sighed, taking a sip of your soda and making the three of you laugh. You really loved these men, they were like older brothers for you and always gave you pretty good advices, except when Jinyoung told you to kick Yugyeom's ass, though... Anyway! Even if they were Yugyeom's friends first, when they met you, they immediately welcomed you in the group and acted like if you were their mascot, protecting and taking care of you as if they knew you since forever. Jinyoung was the first to notice the feelings you had for your best friend and, patting your shoulder, told you it would be a long hard way before opening Yugyeom's eyes. He didn't want to discourage you but, like Jaebeom, he just wanted you to be happy and not waste your time for someone who couldn't see how nice and sweet you were. "So, how long will you endure this?" Jaebeom asked once again, giving you a kind of concerned look. You slightly opened your mouth to answer you would talk with Yugyeom about the situation and your feelings when your best friend entered the bar, a large smile on his lips, waving at the three of you. You felt your heart race in your chest when he sat next to his friends but it broke as soon as Seolhyun, your beautiful new co-worker, joined you to ask how she could cancel an order on the cash desk, apologising for the inconvenience. You never saw Yugyeom looking at a woman like that, you never saw that many stars in his mesmerizing eyes. At this moment, you knew what you had to do and, before following the young woman to show her how to cancel that order, you looked at Jinyoung and Jaebeom. "It ends today."

Another day went and you found yourself alone in your new studio, watching a horror movie you probably watched a hundred times before, eating some junk food and thinking about your last disastrous date. After that day at the bar, Yugyeom asked you to introduce him to Seolhyun and, heartbroken, you accepted, knowing your co-worker was, after all, a nice woman. They started dating and, after almost a month, when you noticed Seolhyun was spending a lot of time at your apartment and when it became too hard to handle for you, you decided to move out, renting a small studio alone, not far away from your workplace. Caught off guard, Yugyeom didn't understand why you wanted to move away from him so suddenly, asking if he did something wrong, promising you not to do it again, breaking your heart even more without knowing it. Faking an amused smile like a pro, you told him you just wanted to give him space since he was, visibly, in a serious relationship, adding he could always come at your place anytime he wanted, giving him a spare key of your apartment. At first, you thought that living alone would help you moving on, to forget the feelings you had for your best friends, you really wished that. You even tried to date some men who, you had to admit, were as handsome, smart and funny. But there was a problem... They weren't Yugyeom. All your dates have led to nothing and, in the end, you ended staying just friends with these guys. Thinking about it, you believed it was better like that, you didn't want to use them to forget your long one-sided love, they didn't deserve that. On his side, your best friend was kind of living the same thing. Seolhyun made him happy but not like you did. She didn't smile like you would when he was coming back home. She didn't sigh like you did when he kissed the side of her head. The contact of her skin wasn't as sweet as yours even if his girlfriend's skin had nothing wrong. Seolhyun wasn't you and, day after day, it became a bit too hard to handle for the young man. "Hey, Gyeom, what's up?" you friendly asked when you picked up his call. "I miss you," he pouted on the other end of the line. "I want to see you." "We just saw each other three hours ago," you chuckled, sitting onto your couch, a cup of hot chocolate in your free hand. "Take Seolhyun on a romantic date. I can give you some good addresses if you want to." "I broke up with her," he dropped, hearing you gasp slightly and chuckling discreetly at how your face would look like at the moment. "She's cool but I think I didn't really love her. So! Now she won't come here anymore, you can come back!" Your heart dropped in your chest, weighing like a rock and making you suffer like it never did before. Of course, you wanted to come back. Of course, you wanted to run in Yugyeom's arms and spend other long movie nights snuggled against his chest. Of course, you wanted to be by his side. But, you couldn't, it was too hard for you and you promised not to fall into this again. Slightly, you sighed and then told him you preferred to stay at yours, lying about the fact you liked your studio. Clenching his teeth and pretending he understood, Yugyeom agreed, asking what you were doing the day after and proposing a movie night together since you didn't spend one together since he started dating your co-worker. "I'm pretty busy that week," you lied once again, not wanting to tell him you planned a few dates with a guy, Kim Sangjin, that Jinyoung introduced to you a few days ago. "I'll call you as soon as I have time, I promise," you sadly smiled before wishing him a good night and hanging up. Your phone in your hand, you looked at your lock screen - a picture of Yugyeom and you - letting your tears roll down your cheeks without trying to hold them when your best friend's name popped up. Gyeom: I know you will come back at home. You can't live without me. Love you, honey. It was stronger than you and you threw your phone against the wall, seeing it explode against the wallpaper. You promised yourself that, if you couldn't move on, you at least wouldn't fall into that shitty situation again, you wouldn't fall deeper for Yugyeom but your heart was deciding otherwise. The joy in his voice when he said you could come back was echoing in your head. His words, that were absolutely true, were flashing before your eyes. He was right, you couldn't live without him but you had no choice.

Jaebeom and Jinyoung were sipping their beers at the counter and waiting for their girlfriends when, putting back his bottle on the varnished wood, Jaebeom asked his friend if he thought you would gave a chance to date Sangjin after everything you have been going through because of Yugyeom. "Honestly, I don't know," Jinyoung shrugged, putting his bottle next his friend's. "I think it will take time for her to forget this idiot but I really hope she will managed to do it. Y/n is a good girl, she deserves to be happy and move on. I don't know if she will give Sangjin his chance but if he can help her forget about Yugyeom, she should give it a chance." "Why would Y/n want to forget me?" Yugyeom suddenly asked behind his friends, frowning. "And who is Sangjin?" "Because you're a fucking idiot," Jaebeom sighed without turning to the youngest and took a sip of his beer. "And Sangjin could be Y/n's future boyfriend with a little luck," Jinyoung added, imitating his best friend. "Where are they?" Jaebeom asked why Yugyeom wanted to know where he could find you but your best friend cut him off, forcing him to turn around and face him while growling at the elders to tell him where you were. "Don't you think she's suffered enough because of you?" Jinyoung asked, glaring at Yugyeom. "You're so stupid and blind that you never saw the feelings she's always had for you." "Now that she can be happy, you want to ruin it?" Jaebeom added, taking off Yugyeom's hand from his shoulder. "You don't deserve her." "Please. Just tell me where they are," Yugyeom almost begged, head down, his lower jaw shaking slightly. "I just want to talk to her." The two elders looked at each other, a brow raised and gave in with a sigh. Telling their younger not to make you suffer once again or they would come after him, they told him he could find you in a coffee shop four blocks from the bar. Immediately, Yugyeom left the bar and ran to your dating place, hoping there was still a chance. Hoping he still had a chance. In the coffee shop, next to the window that allowed people to watch the street life, you were waiting for Sangjin. He sent you a text ten minutes ago, saying he would be late for your third date because there was a little emergency with one of his friends. When you read his message, you couldn't help but chuckle, thinking about how many people would take this kind of message pretty badly, while you were just understanding and answering that there wasn't any problem and you would wait for him. If you had to be honest, and even if you tried your best to make things work with Sangjin, deep inside, you knew you would never fall in love with him. Although he was nice and funny, he was still missing something, something you always looked for in men and that only Yugyeom had. You couldn't say what but you knew it was the reason why you couldn't love someone else than your best friend. Even if you promised yourself, Jaebeom and Jinyoung, not to let anyone make you suffer ever again, lately, you couldn't not think about your last movie night with Yugyeom. Not wanting him to feel put aside or left behind, you agreed to one of those Wednesday nights and as usual, it was great. Well, no, it wasn't as usual and it wasn't great. It was different, almost perfect. When you were both living together, it wasn't unusual that you ended in each other arms, cuddled on the couch, kissed each other’s forehead or, sometimes, even shared the same bed. And these mornings were the best. You loved opening your eyes and seeing his face inches aways from yours, a slight smile stretching his lips. Damn you wanted to kiss him every single time! But, on that Wednesday night, you didn't sleep at Yugyeom's, you just spent the night watching a movie you already saw a lot of times but still liked, nestled in his arms, your head on his chest while his chin was on the top of your head and his fingers softly running along your arm. Even if you already spent a hundred of nights like this one, that night seemed different, Yugyeom seemed different. His touch, his voice, his heartbeat or the way he was looking at you. Everything seemed different. A long sigh parting your lips, you tried to throw your thoughts away when the door of the coffee shop opened. Raising your head up with a smile on your lips, you were expecting to see Sangjin but the man who walked to your table wasn't him. He was the one you wanted to forget. "What are you-" you started to ask when Yugyeom picked up your bag and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stand up and leave the place while everyone's eyes were on you. He wasn't listening to you, bringing you away from the coffee shop with his fingers tightly gripped around your wrist and anger in his eyes. "It hurts, Gyeom!" you shouted, taking off your arm from his grip and massaging it, making your best friend turn to you, mouth slightly open. "What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?!" "Who's that Sangjin?" Yugyeom almost growled, trying to hide the pain in his voice. "Did you avoid me because of him?" "Gyeom, it's not what-" "Tell me!" "I'm not avoiding you, It's just that-" "That you want to forget me for this bastard?!" he cut you off once again, a mix of so many feelings in his voice. "Do you want to date him? Really?" "Let me finish, please," you sighed, lowering your head and swallowing. "I'm tired, Gyeom, I really am. I'm tired of our game, I'm tired to play the perfect best friend when I want to be more than that. I want someone who really loves me, I want someone who can give me the affection and attention I need. There was a time I thought you could be that person," you told him, raising your head and looking straight into his beautiful eyes without noticing the tears that were escaping from yours. "But I was wrong. I loved you, Gyeom, I loved you with all my heart and, somehow, I always will but I can’t play this game anymore. It hurts too much." Softly, you cupped his face between your hands and, tip-toeing, put a chaste kiss on his lips, whispering you wished him to be happy before turning and leaving.

Standing in front of the countertop while making your daily smoothie and bobbing your head to the rhythm of the music playing in the living room, you didn't notice the young man coming behind you until he wrapped an arm around your waist and landed a hand on your left hip. Softly, he nuzzled his nose in your neck, his wet hair dripping on your shoulder and water running down your spine. You couldn't help but shiver and closed your eyes, tilting your head on the side where he put a kiss right behind your ear. "Smells good," the young man whispered before sinking into your neck once more. "What are you making tonight?” "Banana, red berries and, as always, rice milk," you listed, dropping all the fruits in the blender before adding the healthy drink. "Your ears." You knew he didn't really like the sound of the household appliance but, instead of putting his hands on his ears, he covered yours, making you chuckle slightly. As soon as the smoothie was ready to be poured in the glasses, your boyfriend wrapped his arm around your middle again and released a low growl when your phone vibrated in your shorts’ back-pocket. You both knew who was texting you. The man behind you didn't like the fact you were receiving messages from a guy, especially this one and, trying to keep his anger to himself, asked if he could finally leave you alone. "Be nice with him, please. He just misses me," you slightly chuckled, hitting his ribs playfully with your elbow. "He was late, he lost." "Actually, you were late," you reminded him, giving your boyfriend a quick look before focusing on the glasses you were filling. "He almost succeeded, by the way. I really wanted to go back to him." "But you didn't," he replied, tightening his grip around your waist. "And he's pretty mad at you about that," you couldn't help but laugh when he told you the other man could come after him and that he would fight and win anyway. "That's a pretty good idea. Your bodies covered by sweat while you would be both fighting for me. Oh, I’m shivering!" You laughed once again when your boyfriend playfully sunk his teeth into your skin and softly slapped your left cheek before squeezing it through the fabric of your shorts. Whispering he would wait for you on the balcony, he brought two slices of the apple pie you cooked that day and left the kitchen, starting to eat his share on his way. Smoothies in hands, you joined him a few seconds later and sat next to him in the two persons egg chair, your legs on his lap. Raising an eyebrow, your boyfriend wondered why you weren't answering to the other man’s text but you replied your friend could wait. "Do you regret, sometimes?" he shyly asked, looking straight as you, concerne visible in his eyes. "Oh! Each day of my life," you teased before coming closer to him and sat on his lap, your left arm wrapped around his neck. "Why do you think I would regret?" "Like you said, you really wanted to go back to him." "But you left me no choice and I'm glad you did," you smiled, leaving a sweet kiss on his lips before pulling away slowly and look at him, softly removing a few strands of hair away from his face. "I'm glad you came back home, honey." Biting your lower lip while a smile stretched the corners of your mouth, you couldn't help but think about that day once again. Your heart broke a little every time Yugyeom's face - when you left him at this street corner - appeared in your mind. You remembered how your tears flooded your cheeks and how it was impossible for you to hold them back. After what happened, you couldn't go back to the coffee shop for your date with Sangjin so, hands shaking like leaves, you sent him a text saying - or rather lying, that you were starting to feel sick when you were waiting for him and went back home. You didn't remember how many tissues you used that night, crying onto your couch, trying to understand why it was happening to you, but you remembered the trash you put next to the coffee table was full. So many questions were turning in loop in your head but the most important one was: Why did you reject Yugyeom like that when he finally seemed to share your feelings? Or.. did he really shared them or was he just afraid to lose you? Angry about not having any answer, you screamed into a pillow when the doorbell rang. Without moving, you asked who was coming that late and your eyes widened when you recognized Yugyeom's voice. "Open the door, Y/n." "You have a spare key," you replied, hoping he wouldn't use it. "Please, open that door." A long sigh parting your lips, you stood up and, as he wanted, opened the door, immediately noticing his red and puffy eyes. He cried, maybe as much as you. "Was it really a game for you?" Yugyeom asked, swallowing. "It seemed to be," you answered slowly, lowering your head. "Then game over," the young man replied, quickly cupping your face in-between his hands and pulling you into a feverish kiss. Bewildered, you pushed him away, looking straight at him with your mouth slightly open. What just happened? Frowning, you stared at him when you saw the discreet smile he was trying to hold back. "If it's another ga-" "I told you, honey," he cut you off, making a step towards you. "Game over. I don't want to play anymore, not with you." Heart racing in your chest, you couldn't give any other answer than kiss him back, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck while his were around your waist, pulling you as close as he could. "Would you open the door if someone else came that night?" Yugyeom asked, pulling you out of your thoughts and knowing exactly what you were thinking about. "I don't know. Would you use your key if I didn't?" you asked back, frowning when you saw him shook his head as a no. "Why?" "Because if you didn't open that door, I would understand I had no chance to have you back," he honestly answered, tucking one of your locks behind your ear. "But I'm glad you did." Smiling, you nodded, making him understand you were glad too by letting him pull you into a sweet kiss.

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fuckyeahilike · 1 year ago

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1 - I've read all the Twilight books and I can vouch for the presence of a strong anti-white race sentiment (which is indeed a form of racism): all the villains in the story are white Europeans that the author depicts as literal blood-sucking, anti-social, serial killing psychopaths who have lost their human souls. Contrarywise, the Indigenous population is described as morally pure and, in the case of those who have the ability to shape-shift into the Spirit Animal of their nation, they are mankind's only line of defense against its main predator, the aforementioned vampires. Only the Quileute have this power and they get it from Mother Earth herself, not from Jesus Christ who in this narrative is considered a false god that only some (not even all) white Europeans believe in.

I'm sorry if Stephenie Meyer's flagrant anti-white racism is upsetting and if it would have made you feel more comfortable if she had depicted the Natives as the evil ones, or if she had left them out of the picture altogether.

But I'm not an American and just like her I am pro-Indigenous people so I forgive her.

2 - As for the Confederate vampire thing:

Twilight is far from being the only modern narrative that depicts specifically Confederate soldiers to be zombies or vampires, i.e. as men who return from the dead, so to speak, men for whom the war was never really over. The soldier who comes back from the war as a changed man who is no longer human is an American trope and a Horror trope.

I can't say why other narratives do it but, having read all of the Twilight books I can say why Smeyer did it.

There's a strong pacifist string interwoven throughout the books: the first when Edward says that as a human he wanted nothing more than to become 18 so he could join the 1st world war, but he "died" before he could; then in time he came to realize that it was for the best because young men like him are easy prey for the lords of war, who seduce young men with promises of glory and honour when it's all just a lie.

The second time is with Jasper's own very similar tale, the only difference being that Jasper managed to get in by pretending he was already an adult (he was very tall and looked older and birth certificates back then were iffy or non-existent). Jasper was a child when he became a soldier. He was too young and immature to know what he was doing. It's one of the reasons why the lords of war prefer them while they're young. The rest of his life - both its human phase fighting for the South and then later as a vampire fighting in the Southern vampire wars - is a testament to what Edward said about young men being brainwashed into thinking that war is a good thing when it should always be strenuously avoided.

And finally we have Bella herself who becomes one of the most powerful vampires in the story... without ever shedding a single drop of blood because her power is a protective shield that avoids the need for any blood shed in the first place. Bella is the embodiment of Smeyer's belief in pacifism. For this both Smeyer and her protagonist Bella will forever get no end of shit talk from Americans who love violence.

To answer the question why did Stephenie Meyer make Jasper a Confederate soldier instead of, say, a Northern soldier fighting for the North: it's because as you recall the North won and the South lost. If Jasper had been fighting for the good guys who were on the right side of history that would have undermined the overall message of the novels that violence is something to be used only as an absolute last resort and even then only in self defense or in defense of the life of another. Making him a soldier who fought for the North and won a great victory could have potentially be interpreted as a pro-war statement.

Possibly that's the reason why other authors - many other authors that you have nothing negative to say against, you only hate this trope when it's coming from Stephenie Meyer - also wrote about vampire Confederate soldiers, but I wouldn't know as I have never read them and I for one have nothing to say about books I've never read.

I hope that helps.

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Sometimes i think about how people on this site really dont care about racism and the main thing that comes to mind was how around the time people were starting (rightfully) call out JKR for her transphobia and anti Semitism was also around the same time the Twilight series had a "renaissance".

Not even getting into how posts that pointed out how JKR and HP was racist were getting derailed or dismissed because it wasnt was bad as her being transphobic or anti Semitic (which is just....wrong. theyre all equally bad) was as to me as like going "anyway Twilight was better UwU."

But like to go around and say "this series where one of the vampires whole personality was that he was confederate solider and the author basically profited off of this real life indigenous tribe among other things is waaay better than JKR and HP." Like WHAT?

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gallickingun · 4 years ago

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I saw your list of WIPs and my body is ready for the Bakugou ones 😍 can you drop a crumb of what they’ll be about? Especially the fantasy one? Fantasy Bakugou is my favorite 👉👈🥺

ive missed writing for kacchan so much 😭 i have so so so many ideas for him, so i hope you guys enjoy the ao3 content 💗 but so far as my current wips, here's some info!

also shameless plug and lil reminder all these stories will be posted to my AO3 which can be found by clicking this text!

♡ bakugou x belle (oc) : origin story - belle and bakugou are like passing ships in the night for most of their early lives — always barely grazing sails, never boarding onto one anothers deck — until bakugou has a public media snafu and is required by his agency to perform public service hours to make up for his bad behavior. he meets the now-doctor and realizes there's a lot more to her than meets the eye. however, she has a general disdain for heroes after what she's been through (being forced to use her quirk despite not knowing how to control it, all for "the sake of saving others") and what she's seen (hero after hero break their bones and shatter their spirits in the name of justice, only to be cast aside when they no longer provide enough entertainment value to be leveraged for the lining of the pockets of those in charge), when all bakugou knows is striving to be the number one hero. aka I suck at summaries but I promise this fic is gonna be real good.

♡ vigilante!shouto aka todobats — after losing shouto's father and brothers in a kidnapping gone wrong, shouto's mother is labeled clinically insane and his sister runs away to europe to pursue her dreams and escape reality. shouto is the only eligible heir remaining to run the enterprise his father built before his death. the media sees him as the rich playboy he proves himself to be during the day, but what they do not see is the way he cares for the city once the sun goes down and the stars come out. when he meets the charity organization's president (reader), he's surprised to find that the corruption of his city may bleed closer to home than he originally believed.

♡ fantasy!bakugou + arranged marriage — after your father angered a wizard, there was a dual curse set on your head, the threat of your kingdom's demise looming in the shadows that settle on your shoulders. the curse is that you would be expected to fall in love by your twenty second birthday, and that you would be given the gift of persuasion. the catch? you are unable to use your gift to trap a life mate. prince bakugou katsuki of the dragon nation was the only eligible prince remaining, and so your game of lies begins. your father arranges the marriage, and you are expected to seduce the prince. however, the two of you decide that the only way to win over the wizard is to trick him — by convincing the entire kingdom you're madly in love. (again WOW i suck at summaries i promise the fic will be good lol, lots of plot twists involving bakugous mother and kirishima and wizards and quirks and.. yeah)

♡ moving target part two [bakugou bodyguard au] —bakugou has returned to life as a pro hero, with a personal side mission to teach you how to use your quirk [control over organic matter]. now that its been exposed to the world that one of the most famous quirkless men has a daughter with a power that can kill, there is a new gang after your head. navigating a new relationship, learning how to control a power you've never used, and running from the underground can be a lot for a girl who might have been considered a princess not more than a few months ago. oh, however will you cope.

♡ soft!sakusa fic — you have been telling all your friends about the man you've been seeing for the past few months, and they can't wait to meet him. you tell them he's kind and patient and complimentary and he cannot get enough of you, handsy as he can be. so imagine their surprise when you introduce sakusa kiyoomi, a man they know as cold and calculating and aloof. this man and the man you've described could never be the same! (aka a cute fic about sakusa being soft for you and standoffish for everyone else)

♡ sakusa autumn nights fic - fake dating au + there was only one bed + meet the parents — sakusa meets you one night when he's out at a party with his msby teammates. he's confused, but smitten with you, and when his mother badgers him for what feels like the millionth time about a girlfriend, he accidentally blurts that he's dating you. somehow he gets roped into bringing you to dinner, but... he's gotta get your number first.

♡ mob au + pro athlete!oikawa x con-artist!reader — you have only ever known how to be a thief. its how you've found yourself a home in this argentinian casino every saturday night, scheming and cheating and lying just to feed your greed. and those whom you owe money to. so you do not expect the kindness of the pro athlete you know to be oikawa tooru, but that does not stop you from draining him of every last peso to his name. his flashy rings and watches and suit all show you exactly what you need to know- that he has money, and he's careless with it. the car he drives says as much. but after finding him at the casino every weekend, you grow fond of him, and its no longer a game of dollar signs, but one of hearts and souls. so when there is a hit placed on your head by the mob who owns the casino, you have to come clean to oikawa in hopes that he will understand your predicament.

♡ farmboy!kirishima — your typical hallmark movie. no ingenuity at all lol. but you are the daughter of a ceo tycoon in nyc, and all your daddy wants to do is buy up small towns and commercialize them for profit, to make them look picture perfect like a snowglobe. you are his number one real estate agent, and he sends you on a mission to buy up a small town a few hours away. when you meet the townsfolk, including the man who owns the farm that puts the food on the table for most of the residents, can he change your outlook on small towns versus the big city?

♡ college sports au series - bakugou, todoroki, midoriya, denki, kirishima, sero, dabi, etc. — a series of x reader one shots where the boys are college athletes! baseball bakugou, soccer shouto, football kirishima, etc!

♡ single dad!bakugou x kindergarten teacher!reader — when bakugou is left to care for his daughter alone, kirishima suggests hiring a caretaker to help him out. after much persuasion, and his daughter latching onto you at first meeting, he hires you for the summer while you're between school years and can use the extra cash. you move in, and the rest is chaos. [ft. emotionally stunted bakugou who believes love is for losers because his last relationship ended in fire and procreation, but you manage to teach him that life doesn't have to be as awful as he believes] aka a spin off of my single dad shouto fic! might continue to add more single dads and make this one a series too!!

there are other fics, but those are the main ones! also check my kinktober fics list bc i will be adding all of those to AO3 as i write them as well! 💗

#morgan gets mail #anonymous

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 4 years ago

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I See You

Summary: Alex hasn’t been feeling quite herself, Dean is there to listen.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Alex, aka me (platonic)

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warnings: Language, angst, talks of anxiety

THIS ONE COULD BE LEGIT TRIGGERING, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE AT ALL CONCERNED THAT IT MAY NOT BE SAFE FOR YOU.

Author’s Note: Hey guys, I’ve had a really rough couple of days, some of the darkest I have ever seen in myself, so I spit out these words to try and make some sense of my own feelings. It was cathartic and I feel like I’m getting to a place where I can be alright. This is a love letter to myself, so enjoy, or don’t, it is for me ultimately. I figured I would share to remind everyone that we are not alone in our struggles. Special thanks to @waywardbeanie without whom I would not have made it through this hump. Thanks for always being my champion, and of course the gratuitous Jensen photos. Also, this is completely unedited, just rough and raw feelings. xo Alex

The sounds of Dean’s boots hitting the tile of the bunker echoed down the hall as he made his way inside. The hunter wiped the grease from his hands as he stepped into the war room, his eyes going straight to his little brother in front of a computer in the library.

“Hey, Sammy.” Sam hummed a noncommittal reply as Dean came up next to the table. “Still looking for another hunt.”

“Yeah,” Sam sighed. “Nothing out there right now. It’s almost eerily silent.”

Dean nodded to himself. Times like these were rare, but he enjoyed them all the same. Sometimes it was nice to enjoy the silence for a little while. Only there was one thing nagging him today, or rather not nagging him.

“Have you talked to Alex today?” Dean continued to work the oil out from his nails beds, his tongue peeking out between his lips in concentration.

Sam furrowed his brow as he thought, his head cocking as the realization hit him. “No actually, now that you mention it. I haven’t even heard her rummaging around in the kitchen.”

“She was weird when she went to bed last night. Quiet.” Dean commented.

“Alex, quiet?”

“Yeah, when she’s upset.” Dean chewed on his bottom lip. “Except I figured she would just sleep it off. She usually does.” Which was true, Alex was rarely ever in a mood and when she was, like almost every girl he had ever met, all he had to do was feed her or put her to bed. The woman was basically a gremlin but with more complex thoughts.

“Just because we haven’t seen her doesn’t mean anything. You know how much she loves getting lost in all these books.” Sam countered. The younger Winchester ran his fingers through his long brown locks and shrugged off Dean’s obvious worry.

“Nope.” Dean shook his head. “Alex always brings me lunch when I’m working on Baby.”

“Dude, she is not your mother.”

“I know that, Sammy.” Dean wasn’t sure what exactly Sam was trying to insinuate. Dean loved her cooking and if she wanted to make him food, why should he deny her that. Besides, Dean always made sure she ate with him, no matter how much she would insist that she had some other thing to do. “But come on, you said it yourself. This is not like her.”

Dean turned on his heel and hopped down the steps towards their bedrooms. He took a pit stop in the kitchen to wash his hands before continuing down the hall to room twelve. He raised a fist and rapped his knuckles against the heavy wooden door.

“Al,” he called, squinting his eyes as he listened for a response. After a moment of no response, he gritted his teeth. “Okay, I’m coming in.” The hunter turned the knob to the door and let himself in, pushing the door in hesitantly.

Only one of her bedside lamps was on, casting a small orange glow in the corner of the room. There was an Alex sized lump in the center of the bed where she was mostly hidden under the covers. Dean could see the glow of her phone falling over her pillows. She didn’t even stir when the door creaked.

“Really, no sarcastic remark about entering your room?”

The woman who had lain hiding away in her room all day, sighed and locked her phone before sitting up. The covers fell to her waist and the chill of the bunker caused a shiver to run through her. She ran her fingers through her burgundy locks in an attempt to straighten out the rat’s nest that had settled there.

Alex rubbed her eyes, “What’s up Dean?”

He couldn’t help the frown on his face as he took in the distance look in her eye. “Al, are you okay?”

She looked away from his gaze, and off towards the opposite corner of the room as she pulled her knees into her chest. Dean watched her for a moment, her hands rubbing up and down her bare arms. Even in the low light of the bedroom, Dean noticed the way her eyes began to water.

“Oh, sweetheart. Do you want to talk about it?” Dean sat down on the end of her bed, angling his body to face her. Alex shook her head, holding back the full-blown tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. “Okay, well can I just sit with you then?”

The pair of them sat in silence before she could no longer take it. Dean had proved to her that he had no intention of leaving without getting her to talk. As much as she hated sharing the deepest secrets running around in her brain, she also knew talking some of it out would help the anxiety churning in her stomach.

“I don’t know, Dean. I mean half the time I don’t even understand my triggers myself. I just get this… this anxiety bubble that settles in the pit of my stomach.” She gestured about with her hands. “And then my mind just tells me everything wrong with my life.”

“Like?”

The woman scoffed, “Oh you know the usual. You aren’t good enough, your friends only tolerate you, why do you even try.” Alex gripped her hair and tugged at the roots. “And you know what that’s not even the part that gets me. I can work around that.”

“Then what has got you holed up in your room all day?” Dean gripped her wrist and forced her to let go of her hair. He could see her chewing on the inside of her cheek, contemplating her answer.

“It’s just that I had gotten so used to being alone that it had become my new normal. And to be honest, I was okay with that, I had reconciled being alone forever. That’s the type of life we live as hunters.” Her voice had risen as her frustration had. Never before had she ever been this down, and it scared her more than anything. Before she could have at least pretended that she had everything under control, but now things were spiraling and she had nothing to grasp onto to keep from floating away.

“I love you and Sam. You are my family. But being around people is draining me. You two bicker at every given opportunity and not mention are just loud men in general. Then there is Jack who is literally an infant, which you know I can not handle as I have told you multiple times I do not want kids. This place has become...like sensory overload, even on my best days. At the end of the day, I feel like I have no battery left and I can’t recharge overnight. I’ve been running on empty for too long and that has forced me to put up a mask for you two because I didn’t want to lose you. But I can’t do it anymore.” She took a shuddering breath as the tears were breaking free. “I’m just tired, Dean.”

He nodded as he absorbed everything that she was telling him. If Dean knew one thing about Alex, it was that she didn’t let people into that dark side of her. She was always the first person to be there for everyone else in their moment of need and had the tendency to downplay her own struggles if it meant that the attention was not on her. There was nothing that made her more uncomfortable than the attention on her. He had to choose his words carefully.

“Okay, first off, I know you think that you are this pro at putting up a front to hide the person you are inside, but I hate to break it to you, you aren’t. I can see right through that facade. I see when you are hurting and when you are genuinely happy. I see when you want to cry and when you are playful. I see you sweetheart, don’t ever doubt that.”

“Second, don’t ever believe you are better off alone. Just because you had gotten used to it doesn’t mean it is what you deserve. You are a strong, beautiful, and empathetic woman. The world deserves to have you out there. I know for me and Sam, our world has never been brighter than when you came crashing into our lives, literally.” They both chuckled at his reference to her being thrown into Dean at the hunt that brought them into each other’s lives.

“And lastly, all you had to do was tell me. Take a car from the garage and go for a drive if that’s what you need. Spend all day in here mindlessly scrolling through the internet, or dissociating while watching the office for the millionth time. And if you just need me to sit quietly with you, I’ll be there. I know you only have so much in you, but sweetheart, having even only a little of you is worth so much more than none of you.”

“Dean-”

“You don’t have to say anything. Take your time, we will be here when you are ready. Just come back to us, okay?” Alex nodded, the tears flowing freely now. Dean reached over and brushed away a tear with his thumb.

“Now that we have established that, I know you haven’t eaten all day. Are you hungry?” Dean leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Mmm, I guess I could eat,” she sniffled.

“That's what I thought. But what should we have…” Dean trailed off before leaning over the edge of the bed and plucking an orange box from underneath. “How about your not-so-secret stash of cheez-its?”

Alex’s jaw dropped, having truly thought the boys had no clue about her stash under the bed. The boys always went through a box far too fast and she never got any so now she had learned to buy her own box for safekeeping. “Dean Winchester, you give me those back!” She squealed, the infectious grin on the hunter’s face enough to lighten her heart at that moment for a genuine smile to crack on her tear-stained face. She reached out to snatch the box away from him, only for Dean to pull it out of her reach.

“I don’t think so, we are all out in the pantry and you’ve got my favorite flavor.”

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester comfort fic #dean winchester comfort #alex writes #and struggles #mine #I See You

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the-awkward-outlaw · 5 years ago

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Hey there! I'm not sure if you've seen this movie ( Mr. & Mrs. Smith ) but can you write a Mr. & Mrs. Morgan fight scene against each other that leads them to having rough sex? Reader can be with the O'Driscolls gang or something, that makes them fight. Up to you.

Hello Anon! I have seen Mr and Mrs Smith once and it was a long time ago, but I remember the general plot. Hopefully I have kept within your idea of this and it does your request justice. Note, I am not a huge fan of rough sex so the smut might be super tame in comparison to other writers.

Warnings: swearing, smut, high angst

You stare down at the table, your fingers brushing the cut-out article from a newspaper. There’s no picture to the article, just a header. “Van der Linde Gang still at large”. You’ve read it a hundred times by now. It talks about the notorious Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, and a few other names, including your husband’s, Arthur Morgan. A large amount of money is being offered for each person mentioned, Dutch being the highest at $20,000. Arthur himself has a decent amount of $5,000.

You were angry when you first read the article, when Colm brought it to your attention. You’ve run with his gang since you were just a teen with your older brother. It was your brother’s idea to join the O’Driscoll’s, he’d disguised you as a boy since Colm didn’t take women on. You already knew how to shoot a gun and ride a horse luckily, which was fine since Colm didn’t allow men into his gang who couldn’t do both. Although you were disguised as a boy, it didn’t take long for your real gender to be revealed. One of Colm’s boys spotted you when you were bathing in a river and let your secret out. Colm almost shot you in the head, stating women just slowed them down and you’d deceived him. Your brother defended you, pointing out that you were one of the best shots. Colm hesitatingly agreed, but he didn’t want you camping with his boys, declaring you would be little more than a distraction.

As payment for your work and loyalty to the gang, he told you to live at one of his cabins he used a frequent hideout. You weren’t thrilled with this seeming demotion on your status, but you knew Colm’s temper had an extremely short fuse, so you didn’t argue. Only a few weeks after you were stationed, Colm collected you to help him investigate an incident at Six Point Cabin, another one of his hideouts. He nearly stationed you there and was thinking of moving you there now. When you two arrived, the place was littered with the bodies of your gang, including your brother’s. It crushed you seeing your brother like that and Colm offered no words of comfort. He was angry and he knew immediately this was Van der Linde’s work.

You heard the name Van der Linde thrown around enough times. The man was a professional at stealing Colm’s scores. Not that Colm’s record against Dutch was clean. You heard the other men talk about how he killed Dutch’s lover Annabelle. Seems the two men were constantly trying to rob and kill each other. Six Point Cabin was when Colm gave you the article, stating that he was going to come up with a plan to somehow get a hold of Dutch and take him and his boys to Blackwater, turn them in for all that money, and then the gang would flee down to Mexico. He told you to take point in this cabin from now on as the Van der Linde’s were unlikely to return.

The article hadn’t been a surprise to you. What had been a shock was reading your husband’s name. You’d been married to Arthur for over a year and he never mentioned he was in a gang, nonetheless Colm’s adversarial gang. Sure, he’d revealed before you were married that he was an outlaw, which was why he couldn’t stay in one place for too long. You’d lied too, stating you were a waitress in the Valentine saloon. You covered your knowledge of fighting by saying your family were hunters before they’d died in a terrible snowstorm, which was partially true. You had enough knowledge of hunting that he bought it. Now you’re conflicted though. When you first read the article, you thought maybe there’d been some misidentity or perhaps it was a different Arthur Morgan. However, plagued by fears, you dug into the Blackwater massacre and your Arthur was unquestionably the one mentioned in the article. Now you’re torn between your loyalty to your gang, whom your brother died for, and your loyalty to your husband.

Arthur’s a wonderful husband, there’s no question about that. Were he not pursued by the law, he’d definitely be happy to settle down with you and make a proper family life for you. Many nights you’ve spent with him talking about how things could be if neither of you were so wanted (though he knew nothing of the price on your head). Arthur visits at least once every two weeks, sometimes having to travel for hours in order to do so, and he stays for a few days. When he’s with you, you both spend the time with lots of cuddles, kisses and sex. Arthur’s a pro at knowing how to satisfy you and you know exactly which of his buttons to push to make him fall head-over-heels for you all over again.

When he arrives for each visit, he always brings something for you. Usually it’s money since he believes you’re a struggling waitress in Valentine (which you don’t try convincing him otherwise). He often brings flowers, books, jewelry, and other kinds of supplies. You always offer him lots of types of food since you spend most of your time at Six Point Cabin. You learned to cook from a young age and you prefer using fresh ingredients. You have enough time to collect fresh game and herbs too, being a watcher of Colm’s hideout. Arthur’s your top fan when it comes to your food, stating you could cook for a governor. He never leaves hungry after visiting you and you make sure his satchel is laden with snacks you’ve made from scratch.

You pick up the article and reread it, your stomach clenching when you read Arthur’s name again. Colm visited only a few days ago. It’s been a couple of weeks since the attack on Six Point. You’d asked him during his visit if he knew which one of Dutch’s boys was responsible for the ambush.

“Oh Dutch himself wouldn’t do this,” Colm stated. “Killing my men and your brother weren’t important enough for him to grace his presence on.” He inspected the bodies of the men, noting how many of them have been shot in the eye. “I bet that sniveling coward Kieran led his boys here, but this work says his number one gun led the charge.”

“Who’s his number one gun?” you ask, praying he won’t say who you’re thinking it is.

“Name’s Arthur Morgan. He’s this real big guy, almost a shame he ain’t runnin’ with us. We’d do real well with a fella like him.”

You wanted to vomit when Colm said this. The thought that your husband was the one who killed your brother was a detestable idea. However, as time has passed since Colm told you Arthur was the likely culprit, it’s begun to fester in your mind. If Colm finds out Arthur is your husband, he’ll shoot you before you even have the chance to tell him you’ve had no dealings with the Van der Linde gang. Yet if Arthur finds out your place with the O’Driscoll’s, you’re just as frightened. You’re much more frightened of losing him than Colm killing you. The man’s a bastard and you’ve only stayed in his gang because there is no getting out of his gang. To get out means to die. Not only that, your brother died for them. It’d be an insult to his memory to abandon this gang.

Arthur’s visited once since you learned of your brother’s death. He didn’t act any different, but he knew something was off about you. You blamed it on just feeling under the weather and he coddled you, clearly trying to help you feel better. You couldn’t tell him though that you felt horrible because you were terrified you might be looking at your brother’s killer. He’d left two days later when he was sure you were feeling better (you lied and said you were). Colm came by a few days after that.

“Colm, you still thinking of moving on with this plan to capture Van der Linde?” you asked, hoping he’d changed his mind.

“Course. That’s a lot of money sitting on his head. We’re gonna run down to Mexico when we got him. Why you askin’, Y/N? Got somethin’ to say?”

Your stomach felt cold when he asked you this and something in his eyes glittered accusingly. “N-no, sir. Just wanted to know the plan since I’m not running with you all the time anymore.”

“I see,” he said greasily. “Well, I went around talkin’ to some folk, mentioned they met a feller sounds an awful lot like Morgan in the Valentine bar. They said he was drunk and talkin’ about how amazing his wife is. Now I ain’t spoken with Morgan in a long time, but I don’t recall him ever being married. Not only that, Malken and Henderson saw him in this area only a few days ago. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would ya?”

You put on a poker face as best you could. “Course not, Colm. I don’t even know what Morgan looks like. All I know is what you’ve told me about him.”

“So if I brought you a newspaper article saying he’s been arrested and going to hang real soon, you wouldn’t care?”

That’s when you know you’re secret’s out. Somehow, Colm’s found out. However, you won’t confess. Not yet. To confess now would promise a bullet into your skull. “No, I wouldn’t care, Colm. One less Van der Linde we’d have to worry about.”

He nodded and then said he was leaving. “I’ll be back in a few days. I think this cabin ain’t a very good spot for you no more. The boys and I will collect you when we’ve found somewhere more… suitable.”

Without a doubt, Colm’s promising to come back and kill you in front of the entire gang. An example of what will happen to anyone fraternizing with Dutch’s boys. You ponder on the wisdom of running away, but several of Colm’s boys are expert tracksmen. They’ll find you before you have the chance to even get to a different state. You realize the safest place for you is to be within Arthur’s gang. It might mean this Dutch will kill you, but Arthur sounds like he holds a high place of authority and he might be able to protect you. From what Colm was making it sound like, he’s been spending a lot of time in Valentine. That’s where you are now, sitting at the bar in the saloon with the article Colm gave you sitting in front of you. You throw your whiskey back when the door opens.

“Darlin’, what ya doin’ here?” says a familiar voice.

Looking over, you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “Arthur, I need your help with something. Ride home with me. I’ll explain, but I have some questions for you. Questions I need you to be honest about.”

His face is serious. “A’right. Lead the way.”

You don’t speak the entire ride back to your cabin, you’re not sure how to bring the subject up to him. He’s going to be angry, sure, when you tell him the truth. However, it’s the only way you can protect yourself since Colm’s already planning to kill you. When the cabin’s peaking through the trees, the river burbles happily not far from it. You dismount and take a few steps away from him. Finally, you turn.

“Arthur, did you recently visit a place called Six Point Cabin a few weeks back? Maybe ran into a bunch of boys you might call the O’Driscoll’s?”

“How you know about that, Y/N?”

You don’t answer him straight away. “Did you see a man with a big patch of dark skin on the right side of his neck?” you ask. Your brother had a huge birthmark on his neck, which gave him the nickname Pinto in the gang.

“Again, how do you know this, Y/N?”

“Just answer the question, Arthur, please!”

He blinks at you, his hands on his hips. “Yeah, yeah I think I saw a feller with a mark like that.”

“Did you kill him?”

He sighs. “Yes I killed him, but he was shootin’ at me, darlin’, so it was him or me. Now why you askin’ me about this?”

Your eyes tear up a bit and you bite your lip. “He was my brother, Arthur.”

His brow lowers. “You never told me you had a brother, nonetheless one who was an O’Driscoll? Those boys are nothin’ but bastards who have no moral code.”

“Funny, he said the same thing about your gang.”

“How’d you find out about my gang?”

You wring your hands. “I… read about it. In the paper.”

Arthur takes a menacing step towards you. “So your brother was an O’Driscoll and I shot him in the head. But like I said, he was shootin’ at me.”

“From what I heard, you were the ones who ambushed him and the others. Sounds like he was just defending himself, Arthur.”

As if on cue, you both whip out your pistols and point them at each other. Arthur’s eyes gleam with pain and betrayal. “You’re an O’Driscoll, ain’t ya?”

“And you’re a Van der Linde! Pretty high up in the hierarchy too from what Colm said. Your boss has been stealin’ a lot of scores from us, we’ve had to work twice as hard to get by.”

“Yeah, and your boss has killed a lot of us, including Dutch’s girl. Not only that, they’ve stolen scores from us too. Which one is harder to replace, darlin’? People or money?”

“You tell me, Arthur. You killed my brother! He practically raised me and if it wasn’t for him, I’d have died years ago.”

Arthur narrows his eyes, he almost seems sorry. “So what you gonna do, darlin’? Kill me? Your brother’s first mistake was joinin’ Colm’s boys. He’s honestly lucky he lasted that long, as are you.”

His words sting and you fire first, not aiming to kill him but your anger has fueled your trigger. He dodges behind a tree and then fires back at you. A boulder provides cover for you. The next few moments pass quickly and you exchange gunshots, darting between trees and boulders. You’re standing on the porch of the cabin and Arthur gets a particularly good shot, barely missing your foot. You hop out of the way and end up crashing into the cabin. Now you’re truly screwed. The cabin’s just one big room and there’s nowhere to hide. You back into it and stand close to the fireplace.

Arthur marches into the door, his teeth bared and his eyes flashing with anger. You point your gun and pull the trigger, but it clicks. You’re out of ammo. You pull the trigger again and the same thing happens.

“Time to stop runnin’, Y/N,” he says, his pistol pointed at you.

You lower your gun, panting, and then drop it. “You’re right. Go ahead then, Arthur. I’m a dead woman anyways. Colm… he found out. About you and me. One of his boys must have talked. So even if you decide to just take pity on me and leave now, I’ll be dead in a few days. He’s coming for me, plans to make an example I imagine. Please, Arthur. Just pull the trigger. If I have to pick between a quick death and a slow one, I’ll choose quick.”

He breathes hard for a moment and then lowers his gun. “I ain’t gonna kill ya, sweetheart. Your brother may have been a fool for gettin’ involved with Colm, but sounds like he cared about ya a lot and you’re only alive now because of him. I’m sorry I shot him, darlin’, but even though we’re in different gang, I made an oath when I married ya. I promised to protect ya. I ain’t lettin’ that bastard kill ya.”

He walks slowly over to you, holstering his guns. You look up at him, a flicker of hope rising in your chest.

“Arthur, Colm will know you’re protecting me. He’ll hunt you down even more than he is now. He… he’s planning on getting to Dutch somehow, turn him into the authorities in Blackwater, collect the money and run to Mexico.”

“That ain’t happenin’, darlin’. Dutch ain’t that stupid. But you and I…” the energy between you crackles. “You and I have a lot to discuss if this marriage is gonna continue to work. I want it to work. I love ya still, despite all this.”

You leap forward and kiss him hard. The last thing you want is for your marriage to end because you made some poor choices in your youth. Arthur’s arms wind around you and then tangle into your hair. He pulls your head back and kisses your neck, his tongue coming out. Still fueled by adrenaline, you feel a sudden urge to fuck him.

Panting slightly, you look Arthur in the eyes. “How about we start working on fixin’ this marriage right now, Arthur?”

Arthur suddenly rips your shirt open and tips you backwards on the table. He kisses you hard as he strips off your shirt and your chemise, his hands automatically finding your nipples. He’s only seen and felt them a hundred times before now, but he acts like this is the first time. He kisses you hard and then he leans up, his hands leaving your body.

“Strip,” he says as he begins removing his own clothes. You can’t help but giggle as you stand up to take off your pants. As soon as you’re both naked, Arthur grabs you and puts you back onto the table. He kisses you as his cock brushes your folds. You bite his lower lip and he pulls away just slightly so your lips can’t touch anymore.

“I want ya to touch yourself,” he says. You blush. He’s never asked you to do this, preferring to touch you himself.

“Don’t you wanna do it?” you gasp as he grabs your legs and puts your feet on the edge of the table, spreading your knees so you’re exposed.

“I wanna watch you get yourself off,” he says, his deep voice going through your body. His hands leave you and he takes a step back, his eyes on your lower half. Even from here, you can see he’s breathing hard as he waits for you, expectantly.

You haven’t touched yourself since before you got married to Arthur. You haven’t had to. The thought of your own hands getting yourself off turns you on though, so you slide your fingers down and begin stroking your clit. You lay your head on the table, closing your eyes as you touch yourself. One hand circles your clit, studying your own nub as the other goes to your entrance. You open your eyes and see Arthur still standing there, his hands pulling on his cock as he watches you. Your eyes go down to his length, he’s already dripping.

“You like what you see?” you ask, circling again and again. He nods and you press your fingers harder against yourself, going a bit faster. He must be able to hear how wet you are as your fingers stroke; he begins pumping himself a bit faster. As you get yourself closer to your release, your hips begin thrusting up and down slowly. Before long, you’re letting go to your own hand.

When you come down, you look at Arthur and he’s standing between your legs. He grabs you, pulls you off the table and turns you around so your back is facing him. He bends you forward and spreads your legs, his cock finding your entrance easily. He plants his hands beside yours as he begins pushing himself into you forcefully. Then one hand grabs your hip, holding you close and his other goes up to your breast, fiddling with your nipple. You gasp in his grip as he moves fast, his cock sliding in and out of you. His lips kiss where your shoulder meets your neck and he nips you, making you hiss.

This is new for Arthur, for you. All the times you’ve had sex with him, he’s been gentle unless you asked him to be rough. Now he’s pushing himself hard, his hands squeezing almost too tight on your hip and nipple. You have to stiffen your arms in order to prevent collapsing onto the table from the force of his bucking.

“Arthur,” you say, trying to get him to acknowledge your discomfort, although you wonder if he doesn’t care in the light of your newly exposed secrets. You feel a twinge of guilt and realize you don’t get the luxury of him making you feel good right now. Not after how much you’ve lied to him. You hang your head and want to cry, but you’re sure he’ll become angry if you do. You can’t help it though as he pounds into you. Tears begin leaking from your eyes.

“Am I hurtin’ ya?” he asks, suddenly stopping mid-thrust. His question does the trick and you let go. You’d be lying if you said his force and angle didn’t hurt just enough you won’t be able to orgasm from this.

“N-no,” you say. “It’s not you. Keep going though, Arthur, you deserve to do this to me.”

He suddenly pulls out of you and turns you around to face him. His hands go to your face and he brushes your hair away, rubbing your cheeks dry. His eyes are soft and betray his worry. He kisses you softly.

“I want ya to feel good,” he says, taking you by surprise.

“Why?” you say.

“Because I love ya, despite all this. Darlin’, I love ya so much.”

“But I’ve lied to you. Hurt you.”

“I know,” he says softly. “But you ain’t the only one. I’ve lied too. Not only that, I took your brother away from you. I ain’t ever gonna forgive myself for that.” He kisses you softly.

You smile up at him and then lay down onto the table, spreading your legs. “Well, in that case, do what you must. Show me how sorry you are.”

He smiles and pumps his cock again, making it stiffen up once more. He pushes back into you and starts to buck. This angle is much better as he can brush your spot. You close your eyes as your body moves from his force. His hands go to your hips, pushing you down onto him when he pushes in, allowing him to pound into you. You plant your feet onto the table again, giving him a better angle and your hand slides down to your slit. You’re hungry for the stimulation to your clit. When you begin brushing, you groan audibly. The sounds you make cause him to buck faster.

“Always thought you sounded so pretty when I’m fuckin’ you,” he growls. You open your eyes and find his. The blue is so pretty and the intensity of them makes you rub even faster. It doesn’t take long before you’re going off again. Arthur doesn’t stop thrusting though as you clench your teeth and tip your head back, letting go. Your hand stops and he pushes it out of the way, stroking your clit. He wants to prolong your orgasm, you realize.

“A-Arthur!” you whine as your orgasm rocks through your body. He still pounds into you, his fingers circling your clit. He gives it a quick flick and your hips thrust up. “I’m coming!” you grunt loudly. You feel as though you’re levitating, or perhaps your soul’s leaving your body. Thankfully, his hand stops and he goes back to thrusting your hips in time to his.

You come down from your high, your hair planted to your neck. He grins down at you wickedly and continues pumping into you. His eyes glue themselves to your bouncing breasts. His hips suddenly snap against yours and he pulls out quickly, his hot seed spilling onto your stomach. When he’s done, he pants above you, his cock growing soft again.

“Fuck,” he says. You’re breathing heavily and you reach up, pulling him down for a long kiss. He pulls away after a moment and reaches into his satchel, pulling out a cloth and cleaning you up. You sit up when he’s done and look at him hard, feeling relaxed in the wake of your passions.

“Okay, Arthur. We need to talk about what’s going to happen. To us.”

Arthur sits beside you on the table, your arms brushing. He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Well, I thought that’d be rather obvious, darlin’. I’m bringin’ ya with me to my gang. We’re out in a place called Horseshoe Overlook. Real pretty, think you’d like it.”

“What about Dutch?” you ask. “Won’t he try to kill me when he finds out?”

“He’ll be angry sure, and he probably won’t ever trust ya. You’ll have to work extra hard, but I’ll be with ya every step of the way. Dutch knows not to interfere with my family.”

“Does he know you’re married?”

He smiles. “I think he and Hosea know I’m involved with a woman, though I doubt they know I’m married. Dutch knows though that I’ll go where you go, he ain’t got a say in that. And I know he wants me around. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe, darlin’. Especially if you got some dirt to dig up on Colm. As long as you don’t try hidin’ what you know, you’ll be fine. That’s the mistake Kieran made. Wouldn’t speak even when we starved and beat him. Had to threaten him with Bill’s geldin’ tongs.”

“So you’re saying that as long as I speak up before they have a chance to torture me, I’ll be fine?”

“Yes and no. Like I said, don’t think Dutch will ever trust ya.”

“I didn’t stay in the gang for Colm. That man’s a bastard and I’d like nothing more than to see him shot. I stayed for my brother. I would have left the gang as soon as I found out he was dead, but Colm doesn’t allow deserters. Either you’re an O’Driscoll or you’re dead.”

“I understand, darlin’. And if that’s the case, it might make Dutch be a little more lenient on ya.” He squeezes your hand again. “Now how about you and I go somewhere I can keep ya safe? Or would you prefer we go another round again?”

You smile at him. “I think one more round sounds nice.”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan smut #rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #awkward asks

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narukoibito · 4 years ago

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charity work bonus snippet

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Oh my gosh I love this. Probably not, but is there like a part 2 or something? I know that's meant to be the end, but I need to know what happens next.

Thank you so much for the kind words to charity work, my Muggle AU where Ginny is a famous football player who helps Harry teepee and egg his ex’s house! ♥️

I am actually working on a part 2. Harry and Ginny of this world just couldn’t stop chattering in my head, and there’s about 2.5k words thus far. I know what’s going to happen - I just need to write, edit, and pull the trigger and post it...

But in the meantime, I am sharing a funny little subplot that I wasn’t sure was ever going to see the light of day. It’s a bit of a prequel that I started but then dropped because it didn’t add much to the story...but today I thought, eh, why not share since we can all use some laughs now more than ever. It’s unbetaed, and I’m still iffy on it, but I hope you this will tide you over until I get part 2 posted.

(Also tagging the lovely @isidar-mithrim and @blattgefluester in case you are interested since you were both so amazingly kind toward charity work!)

Summary: This wasn’t what Seamus had in mind when he suggested Ginny do more charity work.

The Prophet landing on the table with a loud thud.

“What’s this?”

“This, Ginny, is the result of your spectacular interview with Miss Rita Skeeter.”

Ginny lifted her chin, pushing the paper away from her and returning to shoveling her porridge down. “So it’s the usual rubbish.”

Seamus pursed his lips, annoyed that once again she wasn’t taking this seriously. “Rubbish it may be, but rubbish that sells.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “So are you here as my publicist or as a friend?”

“Can’t I be both?” He grinned.

She prodded the offensive article with distaste. “What do they say this time?”

“Well, Miss Skeeter took it upon herself to approach all your exes for an ‘expose.’”

“I like to kick a ball for a living. I don’t understand the obsession with my love life.”

“The all-star player who went pro at your age with your looks?” Seamus winked. Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Don’t let Dean catch you doing that.”

“He knows I’m a hopeless flirt,” he dismissed cheerfully.

She made a strangled, irritated noise.

“Look, it’s not too bad.” He unfurling the paper with a wince. The headliner, Wonder Girl Weasley Not So Wonderful Girlfriend?, paired with an unflattering photo of Ginny shoving a camera away from her face flashed back at her. “She found some, er, old classmates to go on the record.”

Ginny’s expression darkened. “Record about what?”

“You remember when you stopped people from bullying Luna? And Neville? And when Dean and I got together? Well, somehow Skeeter got in touch with Parkinson, Zabini, Smith... Skeeter may or may not insinuate that you’re…aggressive. Have a bit of a temper.”

Ginny grabbed the paper and began reading loudly, “Since the early days of her youth, Ginevra Molly Weasley, better known as Ginny, the Wonder Girl Weasley, has been bewitching men to do her bidding. We here at The Prophet have long extolled the many virtues of Miss Weasley, but I, your fearless investigator of truth, uncovered a disturbing pattern in how Miss Weasley wraps men around her little finger. What others thought was wit and charm, I have uncovered may actually be the result of a threatening temper. I dare to ask, should we be concerned with Miss Weasley’s trail of broken hearts and perhaps other broken body parts?”

He bit his tongue as Ginny read the part where Rita expounded on Ginny’s "commoner” country-side upbringing” surrounded by her “rowdy” brothers as the source of her “violent streak.”

“I only punched Parkinson once, and that was when she poured punch on Luna!” Ginny scrunched up the newspaper and flung it angrily into the bin. “She goes on about some weird sorcery I have with men.”

“Look, I’ve already called Parvati about getting you on some morning shows, but maybe this time we can agree on some talking points, hmm? And maybe have you do some charity work, show your gentle, caring side. Get some positive press coverage.”

She continued to fume, muttering under her breath, “Skeeter gives witches a bad name.”

“It’ll all pass, Ginny,” Seamus smiled at her sympathetically. “Come back later tonight. Dean’s making roast, and we’ll talk about how to set the narrative straight.”

He sent her on her way, hoping that practice would relieve some of the rage.

Seamus’s head emerged from the oven, his face flushed scarlet. “Ginny, you can’t just go meet random fans and help them commit a crime!”

Even after all these years, she never ceased to amaze them. But this - randomly taking an Instagram follower’s request to egg and teepee a house? This was one of Ginny’s more...creative ideas.

“That’s right,” Dean agreed, taking the roast and plating it. “For all you know he could wank to your posters.”

“Well then you’d know he has good taste,” she said, dripping her finger into the cooling gravy.

“Ginny,” they sighed together in exasperation and pushing her away from the kitchen counter.

“What happened between this morning and now?”

“You’re always saying I should do more charity,” she said pointedly.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Seamus wagged a finger at her. She folded her arms across her chest, staring them down (which was quite the accomplishment, considering how much taller they were).

“We can’t let you do this.”

“When has anyone ever let me do anything?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Seamus and Dean shared a long look, no doubt both of them remembering that one time she broke into the headmaster’s office to steal back the replica toy sword Ron was stupid enough wear to school as part of his knight costume for Halloween.

“Look,” Dean said carefully, leading her into the dining room as Seamus followed, plates of food laden in his arms. “We know you’re more than capable to taking care of yourself.”

“Damn straight,” she said, but she let him gently nudge her into her seat.

“But as your friends — ”

“One of whom would like to stay gainfully employed,” Seamus cut in, playing the food on the table.

“—and who would absolutely be murdered by your brothers if they ever found out, we want to make sure you’re…thinking straight.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Oh, we know,” Seamus said, deadpan. “But I really don’t need another article supporting this theory that you’re aggressive. If you beat the bloke up and the press catches wind of it…”

“I’m going. I put this idea into his head. And look at him,” she said, holding up a picture of H-P-Lightening, smiling sheepishly into the camera.

They examined the photo skeptically as Ginny tucked into dinner. Maybe while they were distracted, she could nick an extra bit of roast.

“He’s cute,” Seamus pointed out.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Not the point.”

"Doesn’t hurt,” Dean said.

“He and I share a similar goal: to serve some much-needed justice in the world. And since I can’t go about egging Michael’s house without it ending up on the Sunday papers, I can at least help someone else.”

“His hair is an absolute disaster, but it somehow works on him,” Seamus continued, ignoring her.

“Those green eyes,” Dean said appreciatively.

“Plays football too,” Seamus said, clicking through to some videos. “He’s fit.”

Now they were both giving Ginny a look with entirely new context.

“It’s not like that,” she said breezily.

“Maybe she’s hoping he wanks to her poster,” Seamus snickered, not believing her for a second.

“He could wind up in trouble if he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“And you’re an expert?” Dean asked.

“I’m a Weasley.” She smiled wickedly, and they laughed. “Besides, who am I to ignore a gentleman in distress?”

“Okay, fine, if we can’t stop you —”

She snorted.

“—then we’re coming with you.”

“What?”

“We’ll watch from a safe distance,” Seamus assured her, Dean nodding along. “Just to make sure you don’t end up in the papers.”

“We will help you hide the body,” Dean said.

Ginny looked from one to the other. They were grinning at her, half eager and half earnestly. She didn’t need them to come. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. But, suppose this turned out to be something she wasn’t expecting…

“Fine, but —” she added quickly when they started to wiggle their eyebrows at one another “—the moment, and I mean the very moment I give you the signal, you better make yourself scarce.”

Dean and Seamus beamed across the table. “Whatever you want, luv!”

“You can’t stay if you’re going to be this obvious.” Ginny growled.

“Obvious? We’re perfectly inconspicuous,” Seamus bristled.

“You brought binoculars,” she said dryly, placed her hands on her hips. “And a bat."

“Told you she wouldn’t like that,” Dean said.

“I won’t use the bat. It’s just in case we need to scare him off.”

Ginny and Dean gave him a look.

“What? This person could be tricking us!”

When Ginny’s glare made his back hair stick on end, Seamus relented.

“Fine, we’ll cross the street,” Seamus said, taking Dean by the arm. When they turned around, Ginny was still scowling, whipping out her phone and texting them furiously.

You are going to have to HIDE.

There’s nothing strange about us being here! Seamus typed back.

You’re two random, loitering blokes, ready to stalk or bean someone. If you’re going to stay, you’re going to hide. Ginny over at them critically. Behind those bushes.

“Ugh,” Seamus groaned, crouching down and behind the bushes with his boyfriend dutifully following. He swatted at a twig that was unpleasantly digging into the side of his bum.

Happy? he texted her back.

Delirious. Remember. You both better leave when I give the signal. Or else.

A shudder went down his spine, knowing very well what Ginny was capable of.

“This isn’t what I imagined our cozy Friday evening being.”

“You don’t really mind,” Dean said, smiling knowingly.

Seamus huffed and peered into the binoculars rather than reply. Yes, he was worried about this blowing up in his face (things often did), but he couldn’t deny he was a bit curious. He had never seen Ginny look that way at a photo before.

“You just want a front row seat,” Dean teased.

“Shut — oh, I think that’s him!”

They watched with anticipation as a lanky, bespectacled bloke with tousled black hair ascended the train station steps. He seemed to be deeply brooding as Ginny approached him. Through the binoculars, Seamus watched as this fellow, Harry something-or-other, looked up, eyes wide, and nearly tripped over the last step.

“They seem to be hitting it off,” Dean said as Ginny and Harry laughed before she handed him a hoodie.

They began walking, and Seamus scrambled to follow. “Come on.”

He kept an eye out for anyone else who might be around, but there didn’t seem to be anyone who recognized or followed Ginny.

“I think we can leave the bat.” Dean chuckled, swiping the binoculars for a closer look himself.

They trailed the other couple from across the street, doing the best they could to be inconspicuous. Ginny and this bloke looked good together. He looked oddly charming with his wild hair and glasses, but it was really the way he looked at Ginny at set Seamus at ease. They kept talking, laughing, smiling at one another. Seamus hadn’t seen her laugh so much since…he couldn’t even remember.

Was that — was Ginny Weasley blushing?

After several minutes, Seamus and Dean stopped and looked at each other.

Ginny had completely forgotten about them.

“Do you think if we leave now, we can still catch the last half of the game?”

“Yeah,” Seamus said, taking Dean’s hand as they headed home.

Maybe their Friday evening plans could be salvaged after all.

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Modi. Rivlin 6.4.2021

I have not written much lately. One of my friends is very ill and it sent me back all those years to the time with Oscar. In this case she was attacked by a germ which they have not been able to identify and antibiotics are having no effect. I was learning Spanish with her for the fun of it but over the years we also became friends. It is so sad as she has just been through a few bad years and a divorce and had moved into a new flat with no furniture and everything seemed to be going for her. She is under sedation and oxygen and one can only wait.

But the last night I heard at last some wonderful news. My girl, Esther who did reflexology on me got married at the age of 40 and yesterday had a son. I was so thrilled for her. I just hope that her mother will be able to come as she is from Hungary. Esther also had Corona so this is such a relief.

So much has happened also in the last few days so let me do it chronologically.

I have often written of Chan el Achmar and a group called Friends of the Jahalin did a trip on Thursday. While we are at the school I thought maybe I had wasted my time as there was nothing new nor encouraging to hear. I only hope that International organizations manage to keep the school going and also the little miserable village from being destroyed. I look around at the shacks they live in, the tents, their conditions and find it unbelievable that we want to take even that away from them. Anyhow a young man, Modi, did a trip there and then went on to Nabi Musa and Mar Saba which are places which I have not seen for years though we have often hiked there.

Nabi Musa was built in 1269 and the Moslems believe that Moses was buried there. Just lately some idiots, Jews and Muslims held a rave party there. It is like holding a rave party at the Wall. It has caused a great furor and has put a stop of the time to the idea of building a sort of a Chan ( hotel in the desert)�� there. I don’t much hold with holy places. I am always reminded of the story of the two travellers in the desert whose dog died while they were on a trip and buried in under many stones so as to remember the place and every time they passed there they would add a stone and often saw that the heap was getting bigger. Then for many years they did not go back and when in old age, decided to make a trip of memory. As they drew near the spot they saw that there was a big celebration there and were told that it was in honour of the great prophet, Caleb (Dog). But you really have to have no respect to do anything like that. As you can see you really have to cover yourself to go in and this was how they dressed me.

Then we went on to Mar Saba. My memory of it is arriving there on a hot day and only the men were allowed in. According to what I remember I think no woman ever has been allowed in. But we sat there for over an hour and a half in that baking sun while the men had the grand tour. We were furious. But this time a road is being made to a lookout point on the other side. It was really hard going up but two men who had a four by four came back and took myself and another woman up ….but it was a wild ride and once or twice I was sure that the jeep was going to topple over. I thoroughly enjoyed it and the view was great.

https://www.seetheholyland.net/mar-saba/

Our demonstrations do not seem to have done much good. The shouts of Bibi is the king…if they would listen I would shout to them Shaul was also king, he also was engaged with a witch and his sons came to no good end. Last night there was a demonstration at the house of the president. One does not know what to dread more…that Netanyahu will again from the government with some of the most fascist elements Israel has ever known…. Or that he will become the president in the place of Rivlin. Then the right will make him dictator. And give Yigal Amir a pardon and a life pension. Little about our protests appear on the news to be read or seen. I was yust thinking that Netanyahu would probably make a law to make him president for life when I read this about Putin

Putin approves bill allowing him to remain president until 2036

Russian leader gives himself option of two more terms after this one ends in 2024‎; was first elected in 2000‎, has been the de-facto head of government since

https://www.timesofisrael.com/putin-approves-bill-allowing-him-two-more-terms-as-president/

So on the light side:

So last night we were there and I met Lulu, this great dog whom I had noticed before with three legs.

My friend, Dalia, lives in the same street as the home of the President. I hope for her said Netanyahu does not become President……then their street will be turned into a Bastille prison as Balfour has. When we went back to her house, the Bibiastiem, were standing on the other side. Of course they were given the closest area next to the presidential residence and as we came past the one with the microphone started jeering at me saying that I would have to go on walking for the next four years……I was surprised that we were not phatically attacked because the police would certainly have turned a blind eye. All the police presence seemed to be on the side of the left…..we traitors.

Today we will go the Knesset for the grand opening….of what. Of a government which is being founded on the same day as the leader has been in court on charges of bribery and heaven alone knows what. I noticed his wife did not come along to do hold his hand. And I suggest to read this to see how the crime family controls the media,

Ex-CEO of top news site: Skewed coverage of Netanyahu was part of quid pro quo

Ilan Yeshua details orders to fire top editor, bury negative stories, smear rivals, all coming from PM's aides; says Walla owners made clear their business interests were at stake

https://www.timesofisrael.com/ex-walla-chief-skewed-coverage-of-netanyahus-was-part-of-quid-pro-quo/

https://www.jahalin.org/palestinian-school-under-imminent-threat-of-demolition/

Don't Say We Didn't Know 741

In their efforts to make Palestinians of the South Hebron Hills leave, the Israeli army and settler-colonists block ways that serve Palestinian traffic in the area.

On March 11, 2021, the Israeli army used boulders to block a track connecting Sha'ab Al Batam, Qawawis and Al Fakhit to Al Carmil and Yatta.

On Monday, March 22, 2021, settler-colonists blocked the track connecting Bir Al Eid, Jinba, Al Fakhit, Halawa and Al Markaz to Yatta, Susya and Al Carmil.

On Saturday, March 27, Israeli human rights activists cleared this barrier.

Modi. Rivlin 6.4.2021

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thecorteztwins · 4 years ago

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I love how you care so much about obscure characters. Who is your favorite underrated female X-men character

Awww thank you! I love bringing them love, so it makes me really happy for you to say that! My absolute fave is Haven, but I read “faves” as plural so I wrote down a bunch...my faves can bounce around a bit but here’s a list of some of them! It’s under a cut because it’s long, I really like to explain who these gals are and why I like them so much! Warning, there is some description of pretty horrendous sexism and racism for some of these, since nothing makes me latch on to a woman harder than wanting to defend her from the SHITTY THINGS WRITERS DID TO HER! I kinda wrote novels for Haven and Madelyne, then I did links to previous things I’ve written about others. This is a LOT, I’m so sorry, I just love sharing!! Thank you for asking!!

THE BIG ONES Basically my consistent mega-faves I’m always ready to talk about! RADHA “HAVEN” DASTOOR - This lady has been at the top of my list for over five years and counting! She just really resonated with me on a deep level. She’s this mysterious woman who turns up in X-Factor for seven issues, and though she’s very benevolent towards them (even when they attack her) she is technically a villain, as she’s trying to destroy 3/4 of the world to bring about the Mahapralaya, a sort of Hindu apocalypse that will bring about an age of peace and end to suffering. So, her motives are very compassionate, and as it turns out, the horrible things she’s trying to do aren’t actually her fault. She’s being posessed by the Adversary, a demon of the highest order and an entity of cosmic evil. Or more specifically, her unborn child is. See, Haven was a really, really good woman. She was not a mutant, but she was sensitive to the pain and suffering of others from an early age, and she devoted her life to helping the poor and needy. She’s incredibly rich, so she could have helped just from afar, but instead she not only used her wealth to help others, she herself went out in the streets to attend to the poor and sick with her own hands. She bathed lepers, cradled dying babies, everything. She actually GOT the name “Haven�� from a children’s hospital that she renovated, the kids started calling HER that instead. What a villain, huh? It all goes super wrong when she fell in love with a guy. After he took her virginity, he took off, leaving her pregnant. This was in 1970s India, and she was a very a religious woman, she felt INTENSE shame and horrible guilt and sunk into a deep depression, now living on the streets herself she was so broken. And then...then her fetus started talking to her. Yeah, see, technically she wasn’t posessed by the Adversary, her unborn child was. It incubated in her for twenty years, corrupting her mind, making her its pawn, all basically for its own amusement til it could be reborn into the world, killing her. And the guy who knocked her up? Got off scott-free. Basically she had sex ONE time and she had to be punished for it by being stripped of her agency, forced to betray everything she loved and believed, and then finally killed in the mud while a Marvel deity stood over and told her how she brought this on herself. It’s a slut-shaming Victorian morality tale of how no matter how good a person you are, you’re tainted forever if you violate purity culture just once, and we’re expected to AGREE with this narrative as readers. It’s sick. It gets even worse in how X-Factor treats her. She first appears RESCUING Polaris from government agents who are trying to kill her, because despite WORKING for the government at this time (X-Factor was a government team during this period) Polaris’s energy signature matched Magneto’s. Haven is the one who saved Polaris by teleporting her away. Polaris was distrustful and threatened Haven. Haven tried to talk her down, but also opened her arms and said that if Polaris truly did not believe her, then she would not resist. Polaris decided to “give trust a try” but I also truly believe that if Lorna had attacked her, Haven indeed would have let her. Haven is a human but the Adversary gave her INCREDIBLE power, she could WIPE PEOPLE FROM EXISTENCE by THINKING ABOUT IT, but she was a pacifist every step of the way, even as a villain. X-Factor would REPEATEDLY attack her later...she NEVER retaliated. The worst thing she did was, once they kept on attacking her, she just kinda put them in her pocket dimension as a time-out, but didn’t hurt them any. I really don’t think she COULD, possessed or not. Anyway, after meeting Lorna, she ‘ports Lorna back to safety and leaves her be. She is interested in recruiting Lorna and the rest of X-Factor to her cause, but she’s very moral about it, and never uses situations like these as leverage; for instance, when she heals Rahne of the Genoshan bonding process and gives her back her free will and her ability to resume her fully human form, Rahne is ECSTATIC and ready to do ANYTHING for her. And rather than exploit this, Haven just hugs her and tells her that her joy is thanks enough. Again, what a villain! Anyway, it turns out this Haven lady is also an activist! She’s big on promoting peace between warring groups (which I think makes it very significant that she’s an Indian character from Mumbai, then Bombay, who was created in 1992, the same year when Hindu/Muslim tensions in India resulted in the Bombay Bombings and subsequent riots, and she indeed mentions Hindu/Muslim tensions in her pro-peace speeches) and she emphasizes accepting MUTANTS in particular. It is very rare we see humans who are pro-mutant, though they had happened before, but this is the first time we see a human who is pro-mutant WITHOUT any affiliation or friendship with the X-men, and who is a public figure who seems to have some real social power---she’s a best-selling author, lecturer, and apparently her being a very wealthy woman has made some very wealthy people listen to her. She is basically the perfect ally for mutants if you take out the demon-possessed part, and I always found this super interesting and wish more had been done with it. So, she’s speaking at Brahma Hall (Brahma, notably, is the Hindu creator god) and...THIS happens. It’s...it’s really distressing. I’m sure it’s bad enough in its own time, but reading it NOW, in a post-9/11 world, a world where POC are routinely slaughtered by law enforcement (they always were but social media has made us more aware) it’s chilling. And we, the reader, are supposed to see X-Factor as JUSTIFIED in how they treat this unarmed, non-threatening, apparently-human-for-all-they-know woman who is promoting peace. Because no matter how nice she is, the US government says she’s an evil terrorist, and the US government turns out to be right! Yay, America! This might be a good time to mention Haven was the first Hindu character in X-Men comics, and the philosophy that the Adversary is manipulating her with comes directly from Hindu cosmology, and that is WAY IFFY to say THE LEAST. Holy xenophobia, Batman! And in an X-MEN comic of ALL PLACES! Oh yeah, and our good guys also describe her beliefs as “New Age psychobabble” and make fun of her temple decor as "very 60s" when BOTH ARE FROM HINDUISM, WHITE USA HIPPIES DID NOT INVENT IT, YOU IGNORANT SHITS So anyway, Haven’s very interesting to me as someone who is so deeply pacifistic and compassionate, that even when she’s being steered by a literal demon that has been talking in her womb for 20 years, she’s still someone who is perpetually polite, who won’t hurt the HEROES even when they want to hurt her, who SURRENDERS during a FIGHT in order to HEAL ONE OF THEM, and...who ends up with an abruptly aborted arc where she’s killed by her own “child” and victim-blamed in her last moments by Roma, the Omniversal Guardian Goddess and foe/counterpart of the Adversary. It’s made all the more tragic by the fact that Haven’s last pleas to Roma weren’t for herself, but for Roma to stop the Adversary, as she had realized now what her “child” really was. Even in her final moments, Haven was thinking of others, of the world. It’s just....awful to me that a character as interesting and unique as she was was thrown away like that, and that she was treated in such a sexist, racist, xenophobic way by both the HEROES and the story itself. I stan Haven 4 life. MADELYNE PRYOR- She’s maybe not “obscure” per se, I think most X-Men readers have a basic understanding of who she is, but the problem is that “basic” is not enough. What most people know is ”she’s Jean Grey’s evil clone” and some might know that “she was married to Scott Summers and went evil when he ditched her for Jean”. But that’s so far from the whole story, and it really does Madelyne a disservice, and canon has done her ENOUGH disservice already. Madelyne was originally created by Chris Claremont to truly be just a human woman who looked just like the dead Jean, with whom Scott would settle down and have a kid, and leave the X-Men. It’s a pretty nonsensical notion, the idea that this woman just happens to look exactly like Jean and meet Scott and fall in love, but this was his plan, he has confirmed it. And like...that’s pretty sexist from the start, in that she’s very literally created as a replacement for Jean on a narrative level, there’s NO REASON that she should have to look exactly like Scott’s dead ex besides as a way for Scott to still “get” Jean in a way. But Maddie rises above that swiftly by being a super strong, super cool character in her own right. She’s a pilot, she’s fearless, she’s adventurous, she’s got a mean right hook, and she’s got a tragic backstory when she crashed her plane and cost the lives of over three hundred passengers. She gets involved with Scott and by extension the X-Men, and she holds her own despite having no powers. Weird fact, this means that some of the X-Men, like Rogue, met Madelyne before they ever met Jean. She also gets a cool story where she gained healing powers, and the reason her powers specifically took the form of healing is because they were what she wanted them to be. She’s a good person, and also a total badass. Then, Jean came back, and the Powers That Be wanted her back together with Scott. But Scott was married to Madelyne. Rather than have them get a divorce or something, it was decided Madelyne had to be very literally demonized and then murdered, because we can’t just have two women co-exist, no, they must be divided into a “good” woman and a “bad” woman and fight over a man. Actual quote from Chris Claremont: “ Then, unfortunately, Jean was resurrected, Scott dumps his wife and kid and goes back to the old girlfriend. So it not only destroys Scott's character as a hero and as a decent human being it creates an untenable structural situation: what do we do with Madelyne and the kid? ... So ultimately the resolution was: turn her into the Goblin Queen and kill her off.” So, after something like EIGHT YEARS of being a character unto herself, Madelyne gets retconned as actually having been Jean’s clone all along! Which, okay, does make sense, certainly more sense than ‘this woman just happens to look EXACTLY like Jean and hook up with Jean’s ex” but then the REASON that Sinister cloned her...is nothing to do with Maddie or Jean themselves. Madelyne’s creation isn’t ABOUT her the way so many other clone/created-in-a-lab type stories are, like Laura Kinney. She wasn’t important. She was made literally just to have a baby with Scott, the BABY is what’s important. She is REPEATEDLY called a “brood mare” in fact (a female horse used specifically for breeding) So basically, her only value, her only REASON for existing, is her reproductive capacity. A lot of people think that Madelyne either found out she was a clone and went crazy-evil, or she went crazy-evil when Scott went back to Jean. That’s not what happened. Madelyne goes through a long, long series of arduous tragedies that piece by piece dehumanize and violate and traumatize her, and even then she doesn’t become evil until she’s TRICKED into being infected with demonic energy. Being “evil” was NEVER her choice, and everyone forgets that. See, first Scott walked out on her and the baby. Then, the Marauders attacked her, nearly killed her, and stole her baby and left her for dead in a coma for months. When she woke up, her baby was still missing, and she rejoined the X-Men to help them while they also helped search for her son. She sacrificed her LIFE alongside them to defeat the Adversary (yes, the same one Haven was pregnant with!) and then was resurrected with them too by Roma (yes, same Roma). She continued to work with the X-Men, despite the fact Scott had left her, and used her tech expertise to be the X-Men’s computer gal in Australia. When she saw X-Factor on one of the news monitors, including Scott with Jean, she realized why he’d abandoned her. She punched the screen and the explosion knocked her unconscious. While she was knocked out and dreaming, the demon Sym invaded her mind showed her a few different reflections of things she could be, one of which was a demonic reflection of herself. She chose that one, saying “What the heck, it’s only a dream.” And then Sym infected her with demonic energy. So she literally JUST found out her husband left her and their now-missing son for another woman, and she thinks she’s dreaming so yeah she picks the idea of being a demon IN THE CONTEXT OF A DREAM, A FUCKING FANTASY, WHEN SHE’S GOT EVERY RIGHT TO BE PISSED and oh well now you’re gonna be evil for real honey you don’t get a choice. Serves you right for being angry even for a moment, woman! But even then, she didn’t instantly turn evil. Horrible shit had already happened to her, but she still held out…so of course, more shit happened to her. While she and the X-Men were trying to help an escapee from Genosha (which was still enslaving mutants at that point) she ended up captured herself, and since their readings indicated she was not quite human (though what exactly she was, they didn’t know) they tried to put her through the “mutate bonding process” that would enslave her too. As a result, her latent psychic powers finally manifest, and she telekinetically explodes the place. From there, we start seeing big hints that something is going really wrong with Maddie, she seduces Havok and she’s entered into a secret bargain with the demon N’astrih, who promised to help her find her still-missing son (whom she still wanted to find and save at that point because she was still mostly herself) and of course, that bargain transformed her into the Goblyn Queen. After this transformation, though, she STILL had not gone past the point of no return. That didn’t happen until she met Sinister and she found out the truth of her origins—-not only was she a clone of Jean Grey physically, the few memories that she had also came from Jean, and her emotions from Scott had been PROGRAMMED into her (meaning she never had a choice at all in the man she loved) and it was all to be a brood mare, to produce a child with him. Only then did she go off the deep end completely, and agreed to N’astrih’s plan to sacrifice her own son (who he now found and gave to her, as this was his plan all along) because it was the absolute BIGGEST fuck you she could give to Sinister and to Cyclops. And like, yes, that’s evil, but given at that point she was not only magically infected/corrupted with demon energy AND insane with trauma that had been building up for months if not YEARS of development…she basically had a better excuse than ANYONE in all this who was also corrupted by Inferno. Yet she’s the one who doesn’t get a break. The unfairness is just…staggering, really. Even her death isn’t without indignity, violation, and depersonalization---she tries to commit a murder suicide, linking her mind with Jean’s and killing herself so that Jean will be dragged down into death with her. Jean, who really is the kindest to Maddie, urges Maddie to live instead, but Maddie’s last words are “not in the same world as you”. Jean survives. Maddie does not. And then...Jean takes Maddie’s memories and psyche into herself. It’s meant as beautiful, but to me it’s a heinous violation. Maddie wanted nothing more than be APART from Jean, so much so she KILLED HERSELF, and now Jean has made her a part of her forever, and we’re meant to applaud this? It’s DISGUSTING. Madelyne gets resurrected in the 1990s by Nate Grey, but it turns out that was an accident on his part, his mind was subconsciously seeking...Jean Grey, of course. And we he finds out he’s the one who brought her back to life, HE TRIES TO KILL HER. Jean stops him, but it’s no wonder to me that poor Maddie runs to the arms of Sebastian Shaw...who, of all people, actually treats her as an individual from the get-go and ends up being a pretty good boyfriend to her. Never even tries to use her in any evil schemes, it’s crazy. Madelyne has come back and died again and come back a few times since then, but she’s never really been “Maddie” again, whether it was brave adventurous Badass Normal pilot Maddie who just wanted to help people, or the bitter, conflicted, morally grey Maddie of the 90s. No, she’s just....she’s not even Goblyn Queen anymore, she lacks the pathos, she’s just this sexy evil misogynist caricature of herself and I hate it. I really love Madelyne Pryor. She came into this crazy world as a normal human, and when she got pulled into superhero shenanigans she held her own. She was a badass, she was a spitfire, she had a huge heart. She deserves a lot better than just being a gross Sexy Evil Lady with no personality, especially since she no longer has the whole “demonically possessed” issue going on. It’s just stupid and sexist at this point. I personally love original 80s Maddie, and also 90s Maddie where like...this shit has happened to her and she’s darker for it now, and understandably so, but she’s also still HER. Like, she leaves Sebastian Shaw not because he ever treated her badly, which he did not, but because he was doing things that could hurt OTHER PEOPLE, and that was where she drew the line. She was an enemy to the X-Men now or at least really hated them, she killed Threnody for bringing up her past as being “bred to breed”, but she also wasn’t about to be with a man who would risk the lives of millions of innocent people with his schemes, no matter how well he treated her, no matter if he was the one man who ever saw her for HER. Real Maddie is INTERESTING and Real Maddie is GOOD and I want Real Maddie back so she can call everyone on their shit and then go off and live her best life instead of being eternally dragged back into pointless villainy by authors who can’t think of anything better! MEGGAN PUCEANU - As with Madelyne, she’s maybe not UNKNOWN per se, I mean she’s one of the lead characters of Excalibur, but I also don’t think she’s an A-lister at all either. I’ve written about her HERE and HERE and her relationship dynamics with Brian Braddock/Captain Britain HERE so I feel like those links will probably be better than another novel like I did for Haven and Maddie! CATSEYE AKA SHARON SMITH - The deaths of all the Hellions were a tragedy, but Catseye is the one I found most interesting and with the most potential! I’ve written about her HERE and the Hellions in general HERE with a segment on her. She’s just so cute and innocent and INTERESTING, I want to know so much more about how she behaves, how she perceives the world and interact with others, how she gets on with her teammates, how she reacts this and that, I just love her! MINDMELD - Appears for only one issue, is arguably the first transgender mutant in Marvel, and also a total badass who I think is really sexy. I write more about her HERE and HERE. HONORABLE MENTIONS I’m not freaking out over these girls AS MUCH or AS CONSISTENTLY but they all have a place in my heart!! Really all it takes is someone MENTIONING them to get me revved up all over again!

THRENODY AKA MELODY JACOBS- Another Marvel gal who can’t catch a break, when she’s remembered by anyone at all. I wrote about her HERE prior to her most recent return in Deadpool, then HERE about said return. I just really, really want Threnody to be happy. She’s suffered enough. Admittedly, that could be said for most women on this list, maybe all of them. GOSAMYR- Wrote about her HERE! Most people who know of her at all typically hate her but I find her extremely interesting. She’s like everything people HATE about women, every stereotype of “toxic femininity”, but then this is explained as part of her culture and biology, and this is, to her, what is normal, and how is she to KNOW that everyone acts nuts around her when she has no basis for knowing how they act when she’s NOT around? She interests me in the questions and dilemmas she raises, and I just kinda have a thing for women we’re supposed to hate because of their feminine traits. KWANNON- The Japanese woman whose body Betsy Braddock had for years. I was very excited when she was brought back to life and given her own series, I wanted for her at last to be a CHARACTER with her own PERSONALITY and LIFE that wasn’t just an excuse to give a white woman a ninja makeover, and then I got...Fallen Angels. And she’s just...she’s literally just 90s Psylocke. I was very disappointed. But I still like Kwannon HERSELF in terms of potential, and now that she’s back maybe she’ll become a real person sooner or later. SATURNYNE AND SAT-YR-9: Wrote about them HERE! I really like Sat-Yr-9 as a villain (I especially enjoyed her short stint in the Hellfire Club as White Queen with Viper as her lieutenant and not-so-subtle girlfriend) and I like Saturnyne as a sort of celestial bureaucrat, someone who isn’t a force of good or evil but a force of ORDER, like the opposite of “embodiment of chaos” type characters. MURMUR AKA ARLETTE TRUFFEAU: I have not written about her before but HERE IS HER WIKI ARTICLE. As with Gossamyr, she seems like the “sexy shallow slut we’re supposed to dislike” type, so of course I like her. BIANCA LANEIGE- A Generation X villain who bore a grudge against Emma Frost from her days in the Hellfire Club, I wrote about her HERE. She’s pretty comedic as a bad guy, but that’s not a bad thing! I’d like to see her around again one day, either as silly as ever or made more serious. LIFEGUARD: Wrote about here HERE. She was in the first X-Men graphic novel that I bought and I’ve always had a soft spot for her since. I really liked that she didn’t give a shit when she found out who her bio-father was, it’s such a refreshing reaction compared to the usual “what if I’m just like my father/I can’t believe I’m adopted/etc” angst. Comparatively, she’s super upset about her Shi’ar lineage, because that actually altered her INTERNAL self when it manifested, she started seeing everyone around her as PREY and I reckon that’s pretty distressing for someone like her. Always wanted to see her come back; she’s in the background at a Krakoa party! SILHOUETTE CHORD: Wrote about her HERE and HERE. I just like her I guess! She’s maybe not obscure per se since she’s a main cast member of The New Warriors, but I’ve never really seen her get any attention. BLACK MAMBA AKA TANYA SEALY: Wrote about her HERE! THE ASP AKA CLEOPATRA NEFERTITI: Wrote about her HERE! SKEIN AKA SYBIL DVORAK: Wrote about her HERE and HERE! She was on the “Woman Warriors” team with Black Mamba and Asp, and I like the idea they just hang out as friends a lot!! ANACONDA AKA BLANCHE “BLONDIE” SITZINSKI: Wrote about her HERE! I just want her to hug me...really, really hard :) SHARADA DARTHRI: A minor villain that shows up during the “all female X-Men” team era in...2013, I think? Wrote about her HERE. DRAGONFLY AKA VERONICA DULTRY: Wrote about her HERE MANTIS : Despite the fact that she’s very well-known for her film version in Guardians of the Galaxy, most people don’t seem to know much at all about her comics version even though she’s been an Avengers member since the 70s. Wrote about her HERE and HERE and HERE, someone else writes about her HERE PENDING These are characters that I have not had the chance to personally read up on myself yet, but I want to! Their names link to their Marvel wiki articles! TOPAZ FIREBIRD SNOWBIRD SILVERCLAW There are honestly countless others I’m probably not remembering but this is a good handful I think! Oh, yeah, and also...COOTER. Because her name is COOTER oh my god.

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Flatline-Part Six

A/N: Jensen and his sixteen year old daughter get into an argument before she goes out for a night with some friends. A few hours later, Jensen gets a call that is going to change his family’s life forever.

Word Count: 1,428

Warnings: Car accident, angst

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Jensen stood in the hallway across from your room, catching glimpses of the chaos that was occurring as the hospital staff tried to restart your heart. The man who removed him from the room, whom Jensen learned his name is Lee, a a Chaplin at the hospital, remained by his side. He had tried to bring Jensen out to the waiting room but allowed Jensen to stay on the unit as long as he didn’t try to go into your room.

“What’s taking them so long?” Jensen asked in a worried tone.

“They’re doing everything they can Mr. Ackles.” Lee told him as he tried to give a reassuring smile.

Jensen continued to look forward into your room, tears forming in his eyes.

“Please don’t take her.” Jensen said to himself, hoping that whatever higher powers were out there were listening to him, “She’s too young, she has too much left to do in this world.” Everything seemed to be quiet for a moment as your father focused on his breathing, “I can’t lose her.” More silence, “I won’t survive it.”

Lee looked down at Jensen while he spoke and opened his mouth to try and console him when more movement in your room gained their attention. Hospital equipment was being moved and soon your nurse Julie was rushing out of the room and towards Jensen.

“We got her back, but the doctor wants to perform an emergency surgery to relieve the pressure on her skull. Do you consent?” She quickly asked.

“Is it going to save her life?” Jensen questioned.

“Yes.” Julie responded, glancing back at the room she needed to get back into.

“Then do it.” Jensen told her. Nodding her head Julie turned and ran back into the room to tell the other hospital staff what was happening.

“Let’s go to the waiting room, they’ll be bringing out a piece of paper for you to sign consenting to the surgery.” Lee suggested as he started to walk away.

“I wanna see her one more time.” Jensen stated, refusing to move from the spot until he saw you again. Lee didn’t say anything, instead he nodded his head and stood next to Jensen once more.

In a matter of moments you were being wheeled out of your room with hospital staff surrounding you, all of them communicating with one another about what they were doing. Jensen blinked and you were gone, down the hallway headed towards the elevators that led to the operating room.

The men were silent, Jensen was trying to wrap his mind around everything.

“Let’s go sign that paper.” Lee said, moving to walk away, “You need to tell your wife about what’s happening.”

At the mention of Danneel Jensen broke out of his thoughts, “Yeah.” He stated, nodding his head, “Let’s go.”

After signing the consent form for your surgery Jensen was led to the waiting room where different family members and friends were waiting to hear news about how you were doing. Danneel shot out of her seat when she saw her husband’s bloodshot eyes.

“Jay, what happened?” She quickly questioned as she grabbed onto his hand.

“Her heart stopped beating.” Jensen spoke in an emotionless tone, his parents, Jared, and Gino swarmming him.

“Wh-what?” Danneel whispered, gripping onto his hand even tighter.

“They got it started again and she’s in surgery right now, but-De, she died. She was dead.” Jensen’s voice cracked as he sank into a chair in the waiting room. “I was holding my little girl’s hand and she died.” Placing his hands over his face Jensen tried to pull himself together when all he wanted to do was break down.

“Honey,” Donna, Jensen’s mother spoke softly as she sat down next to him. “She’s in surgery now you said?” Nodding his head Jensen grabbed onto his mom’s hand when she offered it, “What’s the surgery for?”

“Get pressure off her brain.” Jensen replied, looking his mom in the eye which she returned with a gentle smile.

“Okay, that’s good. They’re helping her. Her body has been through a lot, but she’s young and she’s a fighter. With the doctors looking after her and how stubborn she is, she’s gonna be fine. You hear me?” She told her youngest son.

Jensen absentmindedly nodded his head, not believing what his mother was telling him.

“Jensen Ross Ackles.” Your grandmother said firmly, gaining Jensen’s full attention. “I said do you hear me? That little girl isn’t going anywhere. She’s your daughter, my granddaughter, she is a strong spirited fireball who isn’t going to give up so don’t you dare give up on her.”

Jensen looked at his mom and broke into tears, “I’m so scared Mom.” He said as he continued to cry, “I can’t lose her, she’s my babygirl and I-I-I won’t-”

“Shh, sweetheart don’t think about that.” She told him as she wrapped him in her arms, “Until a doctor comes up to you and says to give up don’t let your mind go down that path. Even if a doctor tells you to give up you tell them to shove it cause they don’t know Y/N/N and what a fighter she is. Got it?”

“Got it.” Jensen agreed, letting his mother’s words soothe him, “Y/N’s gonna be fine.”

Your family sat in the waiting room hoping for word about how your surgery went. Jared went and got coffee for everyone before he sat down with your father. They didn’t speak much. They didn’t need to. Jared being present with Jensen on the worst day of his life was enough.

“She’s gonna be fine.” Jared told his best friend after twenty minutes of silence, “She survived the wipe out of ‘10 with minimal tears and was back on the water skis in minutes. Don’t you go underestimating her now.”

A small chuckle made it’s way out with Jared’s words as your father remembered the time Jared and him brought you water skiing for the first time.

You were nervous as hell but determined to stand on your own and show everyone you could do it. By the third hour you were skiing around like a pro and gaining more confidence, which turned out to be your downfall when you made a mistake and went crashing into the water.

Jensen jumped into the water within seconds of seeing you fall and was holding onto you a few moments later.

“Hey now babygirl it’s okay, I got you.” Jensen told you while you desperately clung onto him, the fear of falling down still fresh in your mind.

“Th-that was sc-arry.” You said brokenly as tears came from your eyes. Jensen could tell you wanted to cry more but were holding back.

“It’s okay to be scared sweetheart,” He let you know, “I get scared sometimes too.”

“She okay?” Jared shouted, interrupting the conversation as he slowly pulled the boat up next to you and Jensen, the ladder next to you so you could get up.

Carefully Jensen bent your knees so that he could reach the skis that were attached to your feet. After releasing you he held onto you as he climbed the ladder and lifted you onto the boat.

“You okay sweetheart?” Jared asked as he approached you, a towel in his hand, he wrapped you up in it before doing a quick glance of your body to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“I-I’m okay.” You informed him, turning towards your dad as he engulfed you in his arms again.

“She’s okay, just a little shaken.” Jensen said, sitting down as he held you in his lap with his arms wrapped around you. Taking a deep breath he placed a long kiss on your head as he tried to calm himself down from the fear that overtook his body when he saw you disappear into the water.

“You guys wanna head back in?” Jared questioned, pointing his thumb behind him in the direction the docks were located.

“No.” You spoke before your father could, “I wanna try again.”

“You sure kiddo?” Jensen asked, “We can try again another day if you wanna go back. We can get some ice cream.”

Jared let out a small laugh at his friend who was trying to bribe you with ice cream so they could go back but Jared knew what he was doing; Jensen was still freaked out and didn’t want to risk it again.

“I’m sure Daddy, I wanna do it again.”

“That kid has always had more guts and been stronger than either of us combined. She’s gonna be fine.” Jared told his best friend, “She has to be.”

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Plastic Flowers [ 2 ]

Chapter 2: Never Underestimate the Poor, Hungry, and Desperate.

Warnings: Language.

A few days had passed since Hitoko and Katsuki met for the first time. Good on her word, Hitoko Ohta’s bar, The Upside Down, had remained closed since that day. And though he would vehemently deny it all if ever asked, Bakugo had casually sauntered by several times a day just to see if the place was open. More often than not, he created excuses for nobody but himself to justify his desire to speak with his soulmate again. A deep rooted part of him wanted to just knock on the door and speak to her in private while she repaired the damages and every time Bakugo had finally gathered the courage to do so, he got a notification from his agency about a crime that he needed to attend to. Maybe it was for the better, he figured, since every time he walked by, Hitoko was drenched with sweat as she did all the heavy lifting by herself. By herself.

Bakugo never had time to dwell on why the mere thought of her being alone in that place made him uncomfortable. As of late, he had been caught up with some strange string of crap bank robberies. It seemed every time Katsuki arrived on the scene, the perpetrator escapes with the money despite multiple eye witness accounts from victims, bystanders, and even police. The criminal always just disappears with spoils in hand. What interested the blonde bomber the most was that, according to eyewitness accounts, each robber was different every time. It wasn’t a simple matter of a wig or a mask; the perpetrator was always female but varied in height, weight, eye color, even facial structure. The only common denominator was gender and, quite frankly, the case was beginning to get on Bakugo’s nerves.

Meanwhile, Hitoko has been working tirelessly for the last few days. The first thing that had to be done was to get the pipe that burst fixed and, with it being a rush order and same day service, it ended up costing a pretty penny to phone a plumber. Without any other assistance, Hitoko was rebuilding the wall that separated her bar from the customer space while she waited for her new espresso machine to be delivered. Initially, she hadn’t included the wall in her cost of damages, but even with the water running for just a few hours before she did an emergency shut off, the water ended up eroding the cheap, weak structure of the half walls that surrounded the espresso bar and mini fridge. Being closed for the last few days and having to order maintenance and replacement equipment, Hitoko was already out nearly twenty grand. Even thinking of her current financial situation grated at her nerves as she stood outside of the Upside Down on a break with a lit cigarette between her fingers.

“Little Kohta Ohta,” A deep voice rumbled nearby, making the woman in question look up towards approaching footsteps. “Heard what happened to your little shop. Fuckin’ heroes, am I right?” Hitoko turned to look to the familiar voice, an easily recognizable hooded figure coming towards her.

“Dabi.” Hitoko greeted quietly with a drawl as she exhaled a thin stream of smoke between her lips. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m here too!” A shrill voice called out from behind the man, causing Kohta to smile in the slightest. Before even saying her name, the brunette was enveloped in a hug from Toga Himiko, the closest she had to a best friend. Dabi made the cut as well, though the two of them weren’t nearly as affectionate, which was to be expected from the cold man. “We heard what happened to the Upside Down and we wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“Wow that sure is nice of you guys.” Hitoko said suspiciously before flicking her cigarette out into the street and leading the other two back inside, locking the door behind her. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I have a sneaking suspicion there’s more to your visit than just to keep me company.” A throaty chuckle left Dabi’s lips as he nudged the hood off of his sweatshirt away, bringing his scarred face to the light.

“Exactly as Toga said. Rumor on the block is that Ground Zero destroyed half the place.” The two League villains took a look at the construction zone, a small grimace touching their lips as they noted how much work their dear friend was putting in, knowing she was doing it alone. Hitoko twitched at the name of the hero, piecing together that whomever Ground Zero was, must have been her soulmate. “Wanted to know if you wanted us to dispose of him for you, or if you finally decided to join the big leagues with us and do it yourself.” Dabi coaxed, dragging a long finger under the brunette woman's chin. Hitoko let out a sigh, pulling herself away from his touch and retreating behind the counter to pour each of them a glass as she wordlessly offered her friends a couple of beers. It was obvious to her they would be staying at least long enough for a drink.

“Dabi, you know I’m not into that shit.” Hitoko said when she returned to the other side of the counter, taking a sip of her own beer in her right hand while carrying the other two in her left. A thick lipped pout rested on Toga’s face as her best friend denied their off-handed proposal. The two of them came to visit a minimum of once a month to attempt to get the mannequin master to join the League of Villains. Every single time they offered the idea to her, she always responded with a firm shake of her head. While Hitoko had become friends with them on the account of them being regulars to the bar, they also seemed to have taken a genuine interest in her life; and her with theirs despite her constant rejection to the League. The two had come repeatedly to the Upside Down on account of their unknown mission, their friendship just a bonus, as Dabi would put it. Who knew villains actually formed friendships rather than simple alliances?

“Aw, but Kohta, you’d be such a good villain!” The blonde female whined. Hitoko only gave a shrug before knocking back the rest of her pilsner.

“I know, Toga. You tell me this every time you visit me but honestly I’m fine with what I’m doing.”

“Really? So you’re okay just being a petty criminal that controls fuckin’ dolls for your silly bank robberies?” Dabi asks with rich timbre, his turquoise eyes icy and thick with an idle threat as he held Hitoko’s gaze. Despite his intimidation tactic, the brunette just gave a wry smile that spoke volumes of her confidence.

“Of course I am, Dabi. I gotta pay for all my shit somehow, right?”

Another fucking bank robbery. That had to be at least four in the last two weeks, and Katsuki was slowly going mad. It just didn’t make any sense! And as much as he wanted to dedicate all of his time to his case, it wasn’t that simple for him. His left arm had been throbbing excruciatingly for the last two days, the white raised lettering slowly turning a deep crimson stroke by stroke, down to the last two letters as the bond remained unsettled. Throwing himself into work didn’t serve as a distraction anymore—if anything it was hindering him.

Once again, Bakugo reviewed tapes of the bank robberies in his agency office while he had a map laid out on his desk of all the banks and trusts that had been hit. All of them were in the downtown area, though there was no immediate pattern nor did their locations reveal a central operating point. The security footage only showed him the physical differences between the robbers which reiterated the only conclusion he had come to—these women were working for somebody. Whom though, Katsuki had no clue. But with one major bank left in the downtown area, he hoped his stakeout would crack the case and solve it shut so he could go back to dealing with his own personal issues.

It was broad daylight when Katsuki “Ground Zero” Bakugo once again stood outside the bank as additional security to four other police officers. For days on end, he had waited diligently for the day the serial robber would strike again. Every person that came in and out, he took a mental picture of their face and added them to an imaginary registry. He’d been outside for hours now, but he knew he would be here until the perpetrator revealed themselves. Justice would prevail, Katsuki firmly believed. Or at least, he was going to make damn sure it did.

A block over, Hitoko watched the security guards move about in an attempt to tighten any weak spots. They had been anticipating her arrival. Beneath her hood and glasses, she scanned how many police officers—four and one pro hero it seemed to be. This time around, Hitoko had to play her game very smart. She knew what the public knew; all females were considered suspects until further notice. It was the very reason she saved this bank for last; a bank just outside of a men’s suit shop. While Hitoko didn’t have as much practice controlling male mannequins, she certainly knew it wasn’t radically different; she just needed to nail the mannerisms.

Hitoko brought herself just a bit closer so that she was only half a block away to have better control over the six male mannequins under her quirk. As she felt her marionettes enter, she kept five near the door to occupy security while the last did the dirty work. Once her main man was at the counter, she felt the adrenaline pump in her veins and ignored the burning in her arms. Guns were pulled, orders were given, and screams filled the air—It was go time. The dummy was demanding every amount of accessible cash to stuff the leather suitcase.

The whole thing was a set up, Bakugo learned, as he went head to head with one of the robbers. It caught everyone, meaning the police officers and the pro himself, by surprise that it was not one or even two people, but six well dressed men—not women—this time around. It was drastically different than the last string of attacks, as they seemed to consist of one or potentially two women. Each member of the security team was occupied with an accomplice, while the one with the suitcase made his attempted escape. More shouting could be heard, this time from the commanding officer, to apprehend the one on the run. It was as if someone knew how many officers were there, as well as a pro hero. As if somebody knew they were anticipating female bank robbers. Somebody knew.

One police officer was gunned down from one of the assailants and honed in the the blonde Hero, making it two against Bakugo. They never seemed to be hurt, and it was pissing him off. No matter how many explosions he set off, where he sent a blast to their faces or punched them, there was never any sign of injury—no bleeding, no burning skin, nothing—on any of the criminals; they just kept getting back up and piled on top of him once again. “What the fuck?!” The hero Ground Zero snarled. Out of his peripherals, he noticed the primary criminal nearly through the threshold of the bank. “Shit!” He had to stop them, and fast, before they got away. He managed to knock the two mannequins off of him, but the one on the run was nowhere in sight. “God fucking dammit!” They had gotten away once again and, while his anger pulsed within him, Bakugo felt his arms burn with an incomparable fire. ‘Why now?!’ He griped internally, entirely unaware of their close proximity. Pissed was putting it mildly—Bakugo was livid, and he needed a fucking drink.

Meanwhile, the minute the mannequin on the run made his successful escape, Hitoko sauntered casually outside a nearby mom and pop flower shop as she awaited for her marionette to return to her. By now, it should have already followed the instructions to ditch the suitcase it had on hand. Her puppet was instructed to transfer the spoils into a backpack where she had kept post during the robbery, only just a block down from the bank, and deliver her the backpack. With the other five dolls from her quirk deactivated, Hitoko was able to create more distance between her and the bank as she only needed to focus on the one with her treasure. As she pretended to siphon through the various bouquets of flowers, the well-dressed faux man entered the flower shop with a fashionable black leather backpack with gold accents.

“Honey, you forgot your bag in the car again.” The dummy spoke to her, pretending to be a doting husband, making Hitoko grin. So far, so good—all was going according to plan. She feigned a laugh and went to peck the doll on the cheek.

“Oh, silly me. Thanks so much darling. I’ll see you after your meeting!” The brunette responded, pushing up her glasses that had fallen slightly astray on her nose. Her fake husband exited the flower shop before turning to the nearest alley, and once again became an inanimate object as Kohta deactivated her quirk. A simple department store mannequin for a men’s suit shop abandoned in a downtown alleyway. Hitoko pretended to look around the shop once again before grimacing and turning to leave.

“Oh, couldn’t find anything you like?” The elderly woman behind the counter asked, small wrinkly frown on her lips. Hitoko shook her head, returning the look with a more youthful pout of her lips.

“No, thank you, though. I was actually hoping to find some plastic flowers for my cafe.”

“Plastic? You mean fake flowers?” It was an odd request. What kind of person came into a flower shop just to find fake flowers? Such a strange woman, the elderly owner thought.

“Yeah. You can spray plastic flowers with any type of perfume and they don’t die. Much better for décor, especially for a coffee shop.” Was all Hitoko responded with before making her exit.

Such a strange woman indeed.

It was nice to finally have things go back to normal, Hitoko thought on a Tuesday night. The Upside Down was finally up and running again, and she was able to welcome back her awaiting regulars with hypothetical open arms. “Took ya a couple weeks to get back up! We missed ya, Kohta.” One of her typical Tuesday customers had said to her. With genuine warmth, Hitoko gave him a smile. This unnamed man was one of many that was happy to see the Upside Down up and running once again.

At a table in the far back corner sat Hitoko’s two best friends, Dabi and Toga, with hoods up and the bottom halves of their faces covered by black masks. If it wasn’t a normal thing to see the two of them dressed this way, looming in the corner and not speaking to anyone other than each other, the bar guests might have been alerted. But any time someone inquired about them or told Hitoko they had felt uncomfortable with their presence, she would simply laugh and tell them her friends were harmless. Harmless in the sense that Dabi and Toga would never to attempt to hurt her clientele, but her guests didn’t need to know that once they were out of the Upside Down, the customer was fair game. The Upside Down was a "safe house" in a brutal game of tag��a running inside joke between the three villains.

Well, pseudo-villain in Hitoko’s case.

Another week had passed, and the case of bank robberies had been left open, as Hitoko or any her mannequins had never been caught. Bakugo swore that this was the most frustrated he had ever been, as he usually did when he was angry or upset. What pissed him off even more that day was that when he finally apprehended two of the criminals, they just stopped moving. It would have been alright if it wasn’t literal—if the robbers hadn’t turned into department store mannequins almost instantaneously. It was unlike anything the agency or even the police had seen; there was no government quirk registered that did anything of the sort. What kind of fucking quirk does that?!

Even with time passing since that incident and discovery, Bakugo was still getting chewed out from his agency for not being able to catch the thugs. His stress was what prompted him to reach out to Eijiro, hoping his friend could distract him from the case. “I’ll meet you at the Upside Down then.” Red Riot’s choice in venue had proved to only strain Bakugo even further.

“Didn’t that chick say she never wanted to see us ever again?” The blonde bomber texted back, anxiously awaiting a reply as he drummed his fingers on the wooden desk in his office. That was another more recent development for Katsuki; his adrenaline and his anxiety levels had gone through the roof. And, while he was no stranger to lashing out at people, many of his close friends knew that he had grown from that behavior in the last ten years. To see it return, to see him screech and howl at nearly anything that moved, they all knew something was disturbing him.

“Dude, you’re soulmates. I’m sure you haven’t forgotten that.” Katsuki’s crimson eyes rolled even if Kirishima couldn’t see. Of course he fucking hadn’t—the fire in his arm wouldn’t let him forget his nameless soulmate. The fact that the two of them had met also wasn’t helping at all. If anything, it had only made matters worse considering Bakugo wanted to blame his lack of success in the bank robbery case on her. Realistically, he knew it wasn’t but, but in his own narcissistic mind, there was no logical reason he could have been bested by a faceless criminal. It was her fault, Katsuki rationalized, because she didn’t want to establish their soulmate bond. She had nothing to lose from being left unbonded, and she was only doing this to him because she knew Katsuki could lose everything. Of course it was this stupid woman's fault because, for whatever reason, she wanted to see him fail like she was. But even in his own head, it sounded stupid to blame her—he didn’t even know her name.

Despite his stubbornness, Bakugo found himself sitting at a high top table at the Upside Down in dark wash jeans and a white button up while waiting for Kirishima. The table was a recent addition, he noticed, realizing the table was where the massive mahogany pool table once stood. The small counter top space only held his arms and his phone face up. Even though Katsuki desperately needed a drink, he couldn’t bring himself to face the owner who stood behind the bar. He just didn’t want to get kicked out before Kirishima even got there, he thought to himself, attempting to rationalize and reason with himself once again. He sure as hell was never going to admit, even to himself, that he was afraid to just stand in front of his soulmate, let alone speak to her. What if his assumptions were right and she just wanted to see his Pro-Hero status get stripped? Or even worse, what if his assumptions were wrong, and she did want to bond? Either way, Katsuki's thoughts petrified him, though he would never say it out loud. The few that were close to Ground Zero knew he was the king of denial.

From behind the bar top, Hitoko continued talking to her regulars as she ignored the throbbing in her arm that started the moment the blonde bomber walked in. While holding her conversations with her bar top regulars, she noticed he refused to make eye contact with her and immediately bee-lined for a table out of her direct field of vision. The two bodies hidden in the corner that Hitoko had grown very accustomed to over the years made their way closer to the counter. Even with the masks covering the lower halves of their faces, she could easily see the dancing amusement in the eyes of Dabi and Toga. “Remember, Kohta, if you need a hand you let us know.” Dabi chimed with drips of sarcasm, recounting their previous conversation about Ground Zero. With carefully selected words, as he often did, Dabi masked his words with innocence as he tossed a blanket over his underlying threat. Toga let out her whimsical laughter.

“We’re gonna get going Kohta!” The blonde woman sang quite loudly. “Remember to give us a call! Love you!” In response, “Kohta” gave a shake of her head as she bid them farewell. Was that what her name was, Bakugo wondered. It didn’t...seem to fit her, was all he could think of. Kohta sounded strong and almost authoritative, but this woman before him seemed so dainty. Like she could break just from a fierce glare, but he recounted the night they had met. Kohta herself was full of fire and liquid steel when her anger had flared up. Everything about her didn't seem to add up, Katsuki observed as the brunette waved to her friends, maneuvering her way out from behind the bar and calling out towards the door to the back room.

“Jiroda, I’m gonna take a smoke break!” The brunette gave a quick shout before grabbing a crushed pack of cigarettes from beside her tip jar next to the beer taps and walking out with her friends. From the swinging door emerged a tall blonde woman, whom Katsuki presumed was ‘Jiroda’, another employee of the bar. And while his assumption was technically correct, he would never know that Jiroda, or any of the Upside Down’s employees, were simple manipulations of Hitoko’s quirk. Well, at least now he knew her name. Kohta, as the strange masked couple that had just left had called her. A name that he refused to believe held so much significance in his life. A name that had yet to physically leave his lips. A name he wanted to call out. He couldn’t help but wonder if she knew his name.

Outside of the Upside Down, Kohta lit her long menthol cigarette while standing in the alleyway between buildings with Toga and Dabi. The two villains finally pulled down their masks, revealing the smirks and wicked grins on their faces. “So what’s Ground Zero doing here again?” Toga asked with a hidden implication toning her question. Toga, ever the warrior of love and romanticism, wondered if her best friend had finally taken interest in a man, even if said man was a Pro-Hero. Maybe he was trying to court her, she hoped. Kohta’s happiness came second to only her own when it came to relationships. Especially knowing the amount of time the marionette mistress had spent in loneliness and solitude, some dedicated companionship for Kohta would make Toga feel much more at ease. In response, the owner of the bar just raised her eyebrow, exhaling smoke with an unamused look on her face.

“Who?”

“You know, the guy who smashed your pool table? The reason you had to go and rob all the banks downtown?” Dabi sneered lowly, though there was no actual malicious intent. The scarred, two-toned man, despite actually holding a form of endearment for the brunette female, constantly loved to goad her towards the lane of villainy. His main tactic was to remind her of her recurring crimes as well as previous ones, hoping to one day manipulate her into finally joining the League of Villains. Dabi loves Kohta—truly he does. It is the very reason he will not stop trying to shackle the woman into the League with him, so that he knows she will no longer suffer a path of solidarity. He doesn't want Hitoko Ohta, a runaway orphan, to continue her life without back up, to get tossed away into a different type of system when she was so much more than that. Dabi would not stop until she was completely under his protection.

“Dude, don’t just go around blurting that into the air.” Hitoko grit out as she smacked the male villain on the back. The man just laughed, rubbing at the brunette’s head, messing up her hair out of affection. Another roll of her diluted periwinkle orbs was given as the woman took another drag of her cigarette before brushing the cherry along the brick of her cafe. Hitoko tossed the butt onto the sidewalk, giving Toga and Dabi halfhearted hugs as she bid them farewell.

“I wonder if he’s actually come to see her, or if its just happenstance.” Toga asks Dabi as the two of them walk away from the Upside Down, pulling their face masks back over their features.

“Don’t matter if he did. All that matters is that his presence makes our job easier for us.”

Kohta entered the building once again, her presence asserting itself to the forefront of Bakugo’s mind. His arm felt as if it were repeatedly being dipped into lava, one feeling amongst many others he had been avoiding. The script that lonely decorated his left arm was almost completely red, only the last letter remaining white. An internal clock ticked in his mind every second of every day, wondering how much longer he had until his quirk vanished and he would be out of his career. Katsuki Bakugo, ever the optimist.

“Dude, you have to talk to her.” Eijiro verbally prodded the blonde man, pulling him from his internal conflict. A cross between a click of his tongue and a scoff left Katsuki’s lips as he took a swig of his beer.

“I don’t have to do anything.”

“Cut the crap, Bakugo.” Kirishima snapped, his jovial demeanor completely absent. More often than not, it was challenging to be friends with Katsuki. A part of being his friend, his best friend no less, Kirishima felt it was his responsibility to bring the blonde back to Earth when his head was so far up his own ass. Needless to say, Ground Zero needed a reality check and fast. Eijiro knew that his best friend’s days being a Pro-Hero were limited if he didn’t solidify his soulmate bond, that he would lose control or potentially lose his quirk all together. He knew that would kill him inside, and Kirishima couldn’t just idly sit by and let it happen. “Just go talk to her.”

“I don’t even know what her stupid name is.” Bakugo despised whatever emotion Kirishima was making him feel, in addition to the ones that were already muddling his mind. He felt small, even a bit belittled, from Red Riot’s sternness. As if suddenly, Katsuki didn’t know as much about the world as he thought he did. There was no word in his vocabulary that could properly convey what he felt in that moment. His pride, his nervousness, anxiety, fear—it was too much for him to swallow. All he could down at his moment was the alcohol in his hand.

“So ask her.”

“You know her, can’t you just tell me what her fucking name is?!” The minuscule spat between the two professional heroes had gone back and forth until both of their tall beer glasses were empty. Kirishima saw it as the perfect opportunity to get Katsuki to do his bidding, he just had to play it right. Which he hoped wouldn’t be as difficult as it could be, knowing Bakugo.

“Look, I gotta take a leak dude. You mind getting us the next round?” Before there could be a pause to cause another argument, the red haired man stood up abruptly from his bar stool and made his way towards the bathroom on the opposite side of the cafe closest to the door. Dammit, Bakugo thought. Even as academically brilliant as he was, he could still be manipulated and bested by such a dumb person, thanks to his lack of competence from his hazy mind. That's what he believed, anyway. Ground Zero, the king of denial, would never be able to admit that Kirishima was just right on these matters. Grumbling to himself, Katsuki shuffles towards the bar, coming face to face with his soulmate once again.

“Hey.”

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I Became Pro-Choice After My Friend Had Three Abortions

I grew up a child of a teen mom in one of the reddest of red states in the south, going to a church that proudly exclaimed that they were bible thumping fundamentalist Baptist, needless to say, abortion wasn't anywhere on my radar, 'that was just something evil selfish women did, somewhere far far away so they could go out and be whores'... or so I thought. I met one of my best friends in 2013, for the sake of this story we will call her Kayla. Kayla was so very much alive, she had a million friends and was so loving and generous, She moved to the United States from Ukraine as a preteen and traveled all over the Red, White & Blue throughout her life, together we took trips to Daytona Florida and even Louisiana for Mardi Gras and generally stayed getting into trouble together, She was a wild child and was so raw and honest about everything rather people liked it or not, still today I've never met anyone quite like her; but along with her radiance and glow, Kayla had some serious demons hiding just below the skin, after weeks of doctors blaming nose picking for her nose bleeds she was diagnosed with leukemia when she was a child, she struggled with hair loss and medication-induced weight gain that caused bullying and self-consciousness, eventually, she got healthy and confident again just in time to experience adolescence, with her being considered fairly universally attractive it took no time at all for her to find admirers, and with her being a wild young teen with zero parental supervision she was also keen to dabble into drugs, cigarettes, and some heavy alcohol, that she had a particular fondness for; this is when Kayla encountered her first pregnancy, but we'll come back to that later; in early adulthood Kayla lived with her older brother in a house their parents got for them, together they threw crazy parties and trashed the place as well as sold and ran cocaine and other drugs out of it. Kayla even joined the traveling carnival for a time being which her alcoholic mother wasn't even aware of until 6 months later when she called Kayla looking for her older brother, "No, mom, I don't know where he is, I've been on the road for 6 months", but as one does Kayla eventually came back home and she and her bother continued their out of control lifestyle; that is until one evening after a cab dropped her off at home after a night out, Kayla wondered into her house and noticed the top of a pizza box on the counter with some barely legible writing on it, it was a suicide letter, her brother had hung himself in the shed in their backyard and she took her pocket knife and went back there and cut him down herself; with her brother gone, she and her home became a target and shortly after his death Kayla was robbed and physically assaulted as well as tied up by two men, this experience caused major anxiety and Kayla stopped sleeping a night and slipped further into her vices and began to spend much of her time at the neighborhood bar, at this bar she attracted even more men, most of whom she had wrapped around her finger, one even taking his own life after she denied his advances, "I can't blame myself for that, I just can't" she once told me, and judging from my own personal experiences at this bar I know other men are undoubtedly guilty of taking advantage of her during her all too common blackouts, I heard people speak of it. Not too long after her brothers suicide her father passed as well, "It's because he stopped drinking, his veins exploded" she explained to me once in one of her many drunken rambles, which was when she did most of her talking regarding her losses. Now, how did I enter the picture? I met Kayla while working at a discount store, she was a new hire and 10 years older than me, I complimented how fast she was able to clean up the shoe area and it was at that point she claimed me as hers and we became fast friends. A month into knowing Kayla we were chatting while cleaning the store after closing. I don't remember the context but I remember her saying "I got it sucked out'" "Sucked out?" I questioned "I killed it" she replied she was talking about her abortion, at this point in time she had two and her third would come later in 2015, I remember not saying anything out loud, but judging her and feeling disgusted with her, even reconsidering our friendship for a moment, before her I only knew of my trashy prostitute cousin having an abortion and as for my cousin she was easy to write off, but I liked Kayla and she trusted me with this information that most women would keep to themselves, it was wrong of me to judge her, because she trusted me not to; and with that my first wall I had against abortion fell. After that, I became more open to the idea of abortion, even learning more about it so I would be better equipped to defend my friend if she so needed it. 1 in 4 women have had an abortion, some you even know but most would never tell you, the stigma is too great, there are too many people like me out there ready to judge. I did find frustration in the fact that Kayla would hook up with people unprotected, and that she would continue to make this same mistake again and again, but I knew she had no place being a mother, she was mentally ill from a lifetime of trauma, she was reckless, she abused drugs, smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish, any child she would be forced to carry would suffer, it would be born with terrible health problems and no quality of life, if it came out alive at all, it would be passed from foster home to foster home never to be adopted. It would be more wrong of Kayla to have that baby rather than it was for her to have an abortion, She wasn't going to change, it wouldn't be fair for the child who would have to develop inside her. Kayla's life ended at the young age of 34 on October 9th, 2017, she stopped eating and started drinking even more than before, her mother never got an autopsy on her but I believe it was kidney failure due to her complaining of lower back pain on the day she died. Her funeral was paid for exclusively by her friends and it was beautiful! Many, many people came and shared stories of her. You may not think everything my friend did with her life was good, honestly neither do I, but I don't judge her, who am I to judge her, I cared for her and she taught me that everyone has a story. So yes, if a woman simply wants an abortion I think she should be able to have one, even if she wants several abortions I think she should be able to have them. Now that I'm a mother myself I know just how important my role is. All babies should be wanted. Kayla wasn't made to be a mom; Your sister/ aunt/cousin/friend may not be ready to be a mom, who knows? all I know is having sex doesn't qualify you to raise a human being, you have to want it, and before you judge a woman for her choice, ask yourself, What's her story, and is she really, really ready for motherhood? ______________________________________________________________

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Uncanny X-Men #11 is Outright Vile

Women in refrigerators. POCs killed for white people narratives. Anti-vaccinator and pro-suicide messages. Return of FascistCap. This book has it all. So obviously, all kinds of trigger warnings below.

I will not be posting any pages from the Uncanny X-Men #11. Not a single one. At least aside from that first page which reads like a bad joke anyway. Yes, this stuff is an actual page of this book. And I urge others to do the same and not post anything from it. When previously I would find this book to just be awful at this point it has reached levels of being openly mean-spirited and spiteful. While Matthew Rosenberg talks on his twitter how he wanted to discuss serious topics in this issue, dealing with personal experience of self-harm and suicidal thoughts, neither he nor anyone else at Marvel took care to actually warn potential readers the book flat out shows a suicide scene for shock value and I have already heard reports it has triggered people. So I urge everyone to not post these pages less we trigger more people.

Yes, the book has a character commit suicide. The story has a subplot of Cyclops searching for Blindfold, whom Rosenberg claims to be one of his favorite X-Men. And after reading this issue I have flat out said on twitter and I will say it here - could have fooled me. Scott finds her too late, as she already has slit her wrists in the bathtub. So this is what her story amounts too. She dies so that Scott Summers can feel sad. Or sadder, he wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows since page one. A character created after 90′s and not popular enough to get resurrected in the next 20 years dies so that people who come back to life more often than Jesus can pretend death in comics still has a meaning. A woman dies so that a man can feel sad. The page above is right. Every X-men story really IS the same.

This is not delivered with any respect whatsoever either. On the previous page, we had Madrox telling Scott where he can find Ruth and to leave her alone and then we get a splash of her death with coloring and art so bad you had to actually study it carefully to realize she is, in fact, not naked. As far as lack of respect goes it is out there with that godawful Heroes in Crisis cover showing dead Poison Ivy, wrists slit, ass up.

What’s more is that at the end we have a backup story, so-called Last Blindfold Story. Which pretty much explains that she did it because she’s been tormented by visions of her own death and cannot see any possible future in which she does not get killed. And this is very obviously a clear metaphor for invasive thoughts, all the dark scenarios people tend to run in their heads about how everything is going to turn horrible, there is nothing good awaiting us in life, no hope or future, just continuous series of crushing failures, disappointments, humiliations and all-around misery so it is better if we just killed ourselves. I know that feeling, even though I am not diagnosed with anything. I will say even I had these feelings to deal with after coming today from a, particularly disastrous day at work that made me dread my future and indeed made me think of killing myself. And then I’ve read this book and do you want to know how this whole story came out to me? It told me that this voice telling me to end myself is right, that every scenario I envision not only will happen but is inevitable and it is better to just kill myself. Thankfully, being spoiled the contents beforehand made it I reacted to the pages more with anger than getting put into an even shittier mood, I certainly did not need it.

I do beleive Matthew Rosenberg, just like Tom King on Heroes in Crisis, means well, I really do. I do believe each of them is trying to tell a personal story. But we really need to sit down and talk about how the mainstream comics portray and handle topics like anxiety depression, other kinds of mental illness and disorders, self-harm or suicide because for every book that deals with it with respect like recent Unstoppable Wasp or Mister Miracle, and you notice these are always niche titles, we have a high-profile book that completely botches it for shock value and preserving the status quo. Rosenberg might be working through some personal issues but he does so in a way that doesn’t seem to realize the damage he is doing all around.

Speaking of shock value this issue also casually kills of Loa, one of Marvel’s very few Pacific Islander characters. Worse that scene, in the end, serves nothing, it is there to shock you and does not add up anything. You cannot even say that it was done to push Blindfold to her suicide or to show the situation really is that serious. It amounts to nothing in Ruth’s storyline and the latter is being hammered down through the entire issue anyway, this is completely redundant death done only to get people talking. How am I supposed to believe that X-Men writers and editorial really, as they claim to, care for these characters when they write something that treats them as disposable. Similarly, aging of Velocidad done from overuse of his powers is there only to nod Wolverine more into getting back into the game, something that so many other elements, including his conversation with Blindfold, already accomplish, making it redundant. What does that leave us with, however? Two POC characters killed or alerted beyond saving to show how serious the situation is and two teenage girls killed to make things look bad and grim for our manly heroes? For a franchise that prides itself for being a metaphor for minorities, X-Men sure treat women and minorities as nothing but props for stories about white guys.

When we are at treating other characters as props I cannot help but mention that Captain America, Black Widow, and Winter Soldier show up here to protect a mutant-hating rally from any mutants who would want to start a riot. And even though they tell you they want to protect both sides Cap sure didn’t step in when the mob tried to kill Cyclops for speaking his mind but stepped in only when he started fighting back. He had no real answer to Summers accusing him of protecting fascists either. I do wonder what do Mark Waid and Ta-Nehishi Coates think of their efforts to fix Captain America after Secret Empire being flushed down the drain for the sake of an outdated message of mutant isolationism. They did the same with Phil Urich, making him a coward who refuses to do his job out of fear of public opinion. And topped on some old-fashioned ageism by having Chamber, a Gen X character, go and tell Scott, a Baby Boomer, to give up...while Millenials are sacrificed to prop said Baby boomer’s story. And I don’t care Jordan D. White is ranting on twitter with Marvel sliding timescale O5 are now “true” Millennials, nobody cared for this thing in a long, long time and he comes off as bitter old man trying to pretend he is still young.

Speaking of the said rally we need to address the problem of the whole mutant vaccine plotline. And is it me or does the whole thing comes off as anti-vaccinators propaganda, with evil bigots trying to practice eugenics by forcing mandatory vaccines on kids that somehow work on something genetic? Is this really the way you want to use the mutant metaphor? To equate your heroes with a bunch of idiots who don’t want to vaccinate their kids for stupid and often bigoted reasons like assinine belief vaccines cause autism and they’d rather their kid died than be autistic? Is this really a message you want to be sending? Maybe next X-men will start wearing MAGA hats, proclaim Earth flat and draw comparisons to “blue lives” defenders?

It is not that the story is dark. I like dark stories. I love them even I’d say. But there is a difference between being dark and being pointlessly grimdark for the sake of it. One of the reasons why I read superhero comics and why I am a fan of Earn Your Happy Ending narratives is that I find inspirations in seeing superheroes being knocked down and still raising, still pressing forward until they win against all the odds and prove that yes, there is a reason to fight another day. But so far Uncanny X-Men made it abundantly clear this will not be another day in which I or my generation are welcome. I have no doubt X-Men will win in the end. but it will not be X-men with Blindfold and it will not be X-Men with Loa and it will be not X-Men with Velocidad. It will not be X-Men with any of the characters I care about at all. It will be X-Men that made it clear not only am I not welcome here, the book actively things the world will be a better place if I and my entire generation were gone so that it can relive good old days alone.

But hey, it had two guys beating up mooks on a splash page so it CLEARLY means the franchise is on the right trac /sarcasm.

- Admin

#Uncanny X-men #Blindfold #Loa #Velocidad #Marvel

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twitter com coldxman status 1129213893258223616 thoughts? Separating abortion from women seems daft. A fetus is inseparable from a woman's body

https://twitter.com/coldxman/status/1129213893258223616

Couple of thoughts, the first being the idea that we should “retire (…) the ‘it’s a woman’s right to do with her body’ argument” is incredibly misogynist; I’m sure this man, for whom abortion will always be completely hypothetical, DOES have the luxury of retiring the argument that women are people, but women cannot and must not concede that sure, fine, they don’t have actually have a right to self-determinism over their own bodies but think of the children. Feminist men are also incredibly blasé about what language they use when critiquing how women do feminism; perhaps if he wanted me to take him seriously, he shouldn’t have made women asserting their autonomy out to be hysterical, short-sighted, “shouting” dumb-dumbs.

He IS correct that hinging the argument on viability is why there is such a great chasm between pro-life and pro-choice positions (he didn’t quite say this but I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt that that’s what he is getting at). A fetus is NOT “just like any other body part,” as he says. We as abortion advocates have to stop pretending that we don’t know that embryos and fetuses become babies. It makes us out to be ideologically weak and vulnerable. We KNOW, intuitively, that a fetus is unique from an arm or a lung; we also know a fetus is unique from a child. That’s why, collectively, we’re pretty okay with embryos sitting in fertility clinics in cold storage, and why every single person alive would save a single toddler from the burning room before the thousands of fertilized eggs sitting next to him. That’s also why the bible punishes murder with death, but striking a pregnant woman so that she miscarries with lashes; we’ve known this, intuitively, forever. But during wanted pregnancies, we also speak to our bellies, we nickname our fetuses, we sing to our “unborn children” and jokingly say “we’re hungry” when we get up for seconds at dinner. I know that when I’m pregnant, I will think of that embryonic tissue as my child, mine to nurture and protect, whether I believe logically that the thing is a human being yet or not. Every single person on both sides of this debate understands that, at some point, that healthy embryo or fetus will have developed such that you can take it from the womb and it will be a living, thinking, feeling person. THAT’S why viability is a weak argument, and why I argue that bodily autonomy is the most iron clad argument for abortion; even if we grant the fetus “personhood” from birth, we CANNOT grant it the right to use another person’s body non-consensually, a right that no other person in this country has.

It is also frankly hilarious that discussion of women being people is supposed to undermine the pro-abortion argument but “silly ladies should allowed to maybe choose what medical experiences they undergo IF they are doing so with the whole greater good of the world in mind, as all women should always be considering as they make personal decisions about themselves at all times” doesn’t undermine feminist goals as a whole? Uh, no, think I’ll stick to the idea that I’m a human being not indebted to better society with my vagina. I think he correctly intuits that a lot of anti-abortion sentiment comes from an anxiety that women will stop (ie, be freed from) having babies entirely, but instead of following this to its appropriate feminist conclusion (that anti-abortion sentiment is based in a misogynist desire to keep women permanently bound to home, birthing bed and breast pump), he deems it rational and says “Don’t worry, they’ll have babies at some point, they’ll still be breeding stock.” I have no desire to soothe the egos of chauvinists and beg for my reproductive healthcare in hushed reassurances that I’ll have another one at some point, and I’ll raise it real good, just for you. If he wants to privately raise that point with his male friends and it works, whatever, but it’s a stupid idea to stake our whole platform on, and it’s misogynist to dictate how women should advocate for themselves in the first place.

#reproductive justice #mine

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Maybe some angst headcanons about Tamaki, Kirishima, and Mirio’s s/o dying in battle? If that’s too angsty I understand lol.

uH I love angst, bet. It’ll be titled like the other angst headcanons about losing a loved one but geared around combat. Also, WOW this got super angsty!!

SPOILERS FOR MIRIO’S HEADCANON

Headcanon: Losing a Loved One

Eijiro Kirishima

He kept telling himself that you’ve had worse, being thrown threw through a wall wouldn’t be enough to take you out of the fight–let alone… but he didn’t want to dwell on that possibility.

It happened so fast.

One moment you were running back to the fight.

The next, you had been launched into a building, crashing through what must have been concrete.

He stumbles over rubble and debris (he’s bleeding from a couple of different places), calling for you.

Finally, he spotted you: face down with half of a wall collapsed on top of you.

He calls your name again and you stir, well you try to. The lower half of your body is pinned down.

He can’t lift it–there’s too much and relieving the pressure might hurt you more than helping.

He hands shake as takes your bloodied ones in his own.

Your eyes are hazy and he tries to keep you conscious and talking.

“H-hey! It’s gonna be alright. We’ll get Uraraka over here and Midoriya–we’ll get you out of there! We can go see that movie you keep talking about, the one from that book series?”

But you know the truth he doesn’t want to acknowledge.

“I love you, Eijiro. I love you so much. You’re such a great hero.”

The light leaves your eyes and your hand goes limp.

The world around him went silent, the air stilled.

He didn’t remember what happened after that.

According to Midoriya, he passed out from blood loss and shock–still holding your hand.

As soon as he wakes up, he asks about you.

The look shared between Midoriya and Uraraka share tells him enough.

His time in the hospital blurs together, people come to visit him–Mina, Sero, Kaminari, and Bakugou.

Bakugou would visit the most, bringing good, games, books and what might even be called a ‘cheerful’ attitude (well as cheery as Bakugou could get)

He offered Kirishima a place to stay if he didn’t ‘want to stay in that dusty-ass apartment’.

Kirishima appreciated the excuse to not go back to the home that the two of you had shared.

Going there… he couldn’t face it.

Your funeral had been a public affair–thousands of people had turned up to mourn your loss.

Eijiro sees the tears of civilians: men, women, and children (some of whom were wearing homemade merch).

It was only after your funeral when he was finally alone that he cried.

Kirishima would retire from the Hero scene two years later on the anniversary of your death.

The only person who gave him a hard time was Bakugou, “You think taking yourself out of action is gonna make you feel better? That it’s gonna make it easier to grieve or some shit?”

“I’ve been through therapy, Katsuki. I tried throwing myself into work–but that didn’t help. I’m not unbreakable anymore man. And if I can’t do my job, what’s the point?”

The blond just scoffed but didn’t make any more attempts to dissuade his friend.

Time, that’s what everyone said he needed. Time to heal.

But he knows there’s no amount of time that could bring back his confidence as an invincible shield.

Mirio Togata (spoilers)

Overhaul was taunting him for losing his quirk. The villain was practically baiting the rest of the team… and you knew it.

You held your ground in front of your battered boyfriend and Eri as Nighteye charged the yakuza.

“I’ve got your back, now get out of here Mirio and take Eri!” You gave him a grin that hid the exhaustion and anger.

Midoriya appeared to get the two of them out of the room.

You turn to help your teacher, who faced off with Overhaul.

“Alright, you sonovabitch, you’ll pay for what you did!”

Those were the last words Mirio ever heard you say–he lead Eri away.

At that moment, two spikes shot out of the ground and rammed themselves through the body of Nighteye.

You screamed as if you were the one who had been impaled as you threw yourself at Overhaul with the intent to kill.

Another spike appeared where your abdomen should have been and blood spurted out of your mouth.

You tried to move, to unimpale yourself, to keep fighting–the adrenaline fueling you.

But you were stuck.

And the corners of your vision started to go dark…

You thought of Mirio and panicked–he would be so upset! Not the mention how angry Nighteye would be at you for becoming sloppy at the last moment.

I’m sorry

They would find your body among the rubble, expression pained and eyes looking toward where Mirio had escaped with dried tears on your cheeks.

In a fell swoop, Lemillion lost two of the most important people in his life and his quirk.

He had lost everything…

But he couldn’t sit around doing nothing.

With gusto, he takes up the role of being Eri’s companion.

He wasn’t sure how to live in a world without you, without Nighteye.

Mirio knew that the two of them would have scolded him if he just moped around all day.

Nejire and Amajiki weren’t sure how to help, other than being there for him if he needed it (which he did).

He would find a new purpose.

Bonus:

Everything went dark and silent around Nighteye. Mirio’s face faded from view as a great sorrow overtook the pro’s heart–he lost one pupil to Overhaul and other he had to leave behind. But he knew that Mirio would be alright, he had seen it after all.

“Sir!” His eyes snap open and he sees you in front of him–holding a small pile of manilla files and an attentive expression. “I brought the files you asked for, is there anything else?”

It was his office, spacious, organized and sprinkled with All Might merchandise. He looks to you, young and whole… and he allows a small smile. “No, this is just what I needed. Thank you.”

Tamaki Amajiki

He was foolish for thinking that something this good would stay in his life.

Foolish for believing you when you said you wouldn’t leave him.

But… he wanted to believe you–wanted to stay with you for as long as possible.

Apparently, the universe had decided the expiration date for the relationship was today.

It was supposed to be his day off–you were only going to go to Fatgum’s office to drop off some completed paperwork, then you’d be home.

But duty called and you were available so of course, you dropped everything to go help.

He loves loved that about you, your selfless nature and willingness to sacrifice.

Just this once though, he wished you could have been more selfish.

He fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to come home and only awoke when his cellphone rang 3 hours later.

“…Fat?” He mumbled in a sleepy haze

“Have ya been watchin’ the news, Tamaki?”

“No, I fell asleep… did something happen?” The silence on the other end sent his stomach turning in knots. It’s then that the dots connect. “Fat… please tell me that everything is ok and everyone is fine.” More silence.“Please.”

“Meet me at the office.”

So he did.

From the Pro’s office, the two took a car to a nearby hospital, Fatgum explaining best he could.

Apparently, you’d shielded a civilian family from an explosion and took heavy damage. But with your quirk (No Pain) you’d walked it off.

No one had known until it was too late–you collapsed on the pavement and medical examination proved their worse fears.

The explosive force had given you a severe concussion which had only been exacerbated by continued combat.

In short, you received so much damage that your body shut itself down to cope. And in doing so had put you into a coma.

Tamaki wanted to believe that you would be alright.

He wanted to believe that you would wake up.

But he knows deep down there’s no chance of it.

Brain scans revealed limited and low activity.

Hell, you couldn’t even regulate your own body right so machines had to do it for you.

This wasn’t the first time you had been in a coma, your quirk made you highly susceptible to them.

But this would be the first and last time you wouldn’t wake up from one.

Eventually, all signs of brain activity ceased–and the only thing that kept your heart going was machinery.

You were gone even though a monitor making noise said otherwise.

You were given a Hero’s Funeral–big names from all across the country appeared to honor your passing.

If pressed, Tamaki would confess he doesn’t remember much of what happened during or after the funeral.

Fatgum decided to consign the younger man to desk-duty, insisting that it would be temporary.

But Suneater knew that there was no way that he could go out into the public sphere.

The chance of him messing up was too great.

Mirio would show up randomly at his apartment or work with food and then proceed to eat with his best friend.

Tamaki never said it, but he was grateful for the company.

Well, the company of someone who was still alive anyway.

He would see you flit by his desk, he could hear you as you would hum as you read reports.

Sometimes, he delved into his mind and relived some of his fondest memories of you.

And then there would be the days when he realized he couldn’t remember what your voice sounded like.

Or how you smelled

Or what your eye color was.

He was terrified of forgetting you.

#Anonymous #bnha #mha #spoilers #Tamaki Amajiki #mirio togata #kirishima eijirou #reader insert #x reader #boku no hero academia imagines #my hero academia x reader #angsty #suneater #lemillion #red riot #death #gender neutral

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